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<blockquote data-quote="7stw" data-source="post: 2361001" data-attributes="member: 18402"><p>I've had two. One I was 14 and we where hunting flooded timber near lake nimrod. It was cold and we where breaking ice before we threw deeks out and I can't swim mind you. Anyway I found a beaver run and went completely under my bil drug me up and out. Got me to shore stripped me down to only thermals put my two nephews on me in the sled we would float decoy bags out in and took me to the truck and hauled azz to get me to the ER. Damn I was cold for a month it seemed like. Very scary experience. But the worst I was 16 and my dad took me on a Colorado mule deer hunt in far nw Colorado. Near the Utah border and dad shot a nice buck we where tracking the blood and realized it was going to get dark before we found him decided to shelter in place we where above timberline and found a good spot had supper and turned in no tent though. Overnight the wind picked up and it started snowing. I was convinced we where going to die of exposure cold doesn't describe it. About noon the next day the snow stopped and we went back to find the buck which we did. When we got back to camp we tore down and made to the truck. I asked dad if he was scared the night before and he said no. Many years later that trip came up and he admitted he was sure at least one of us was going to die up there that night and the other shortly after. And maybe never be found. Thanks dad. And he made me swear on the trip home that I wouldn't tell my sisters or mother or step mom about our "experience above timberline" as he called it for years. We learned to always keep a small tarp and a space blanket in our packs after that. We only had sleeping bags. Glad I lived through both. But I refuse to duck hunt to this day. Or until after I learn to swim.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="7stw, post: 2361001, member: 18402"] I've had two. One I was 14 and we where hunting flooded timber near lake nimrod. It was cold and we where breaking ice before we threw deeks out and I can't swim mind you. Anyway I found a beaver run and went completely under my bil drug me up and out. Got me to shore stripped me down to only thermals put my two nephews on me in the sled we would float decoy bags out in and took me to the truck and hauled azz to get me to the ER. Damn I was cold for a month it seemed like. Very scary experience. But the worst I was 16 and my dad took me on a Colorado mule deer hunt in far nw Colorado. Near the Utah border and dad shot a nice buck we where tracking the blood and realized it was going to get dark before we found him decided to shelter in place we where above timberline and found a good spot had supper and turned in no tent though. Overnight the wind picked up and it started snowing. I was convinced we where going to die of exposure cold doesn't describe it. About noon the next day the snow stopped and we went back to find the buck which we did. When we got back to camp we tore down and made to the truck. I asked dad if he was scared the night before and he said no. Many years later that trip came up and he admitted he was sure at least one of us was going to die up there that night and the other shortly after. And maybe never be found. Thanks dad. And he made me swear on the trip home that I wouldn't tell my sisters or mother or step mom about our "experience above timberline" as he called it for years. We learned to always keep a small tarp and a space blanket in our packs after that. We only had sleeping bags. Glad I lived through both. But I refuse to duck hunt to this day. Or until after I learn to swim. [/QUOTE]
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