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[Deerbuster1996]

Just 24 hours and I can't wait the more stuff I get packed the more I start to think I'm forgetting something

 

[UTGrad]

Once again I'm trying to figure out how the heck I'm going to get any sleep lol

I couldn't imagine what the men who stormed the beaches at Normandy felt the night of June 5th 1944.

 

[MUP]

I'm pretty excited about Saturday and what follows. Unlike some of you guys who have lived in this fine state most of their lives, we have lived here for 10 months. Up until then I made a career of the military and a defense contractor after that. We've have moved every 3 or 4 years for 30+ years. Heck even now I spend two weeks of every month in DC. But, now we own a little piece of paradise and Saturday will be the first time for me to hunt it. I'll get to hunt Saturday and I hope I get to connect with something. And 9:00 AM Sunday back to DC for a week. So Saturday I hope I get to respond to the inevitable "how'd you do" post. I can't wait!

Hammer down Steve, go get'em! ;)

 

[BSK]

BSK...You hit the nail on the head about the clothing improvements. Jeans, a flannel shirt, an a pair of Fruit of the Looms. Boots weren't worth a nickel for warmth and keeping your feet dry. I can remember literally pulling frozen jeans off and standing them up inside my truck and then the next morning sliding out of my sleeping bag and having to lay down to put my frozen jeans back on. Those were the days, lol.

I've been trying to describe to my daughter what deer hunting was like in "the old days" without sounding like "I walked 5 miles to school every day, uphill both ways." I don't think she believes me when I tell her we usually hunted, even on below freezing mornings, in nothing but jeans, and sometimes an addition layer of cotton long-johns. And with that limited of clothing, entering the first and even sometimes the second stage of hypothermia was a daily occurrence. We really didn't think much about it. We thought that was the price you paid for deer hunting. I remember many, many mornings when I was in my stand (a few 2x4s nailed into a tree) shivering violently, not being able to work my hands properly, and even struggling to be able to speak because I had lost the motor control for my facial muscles. I remember praying for sunrise and a little sunlight on my body so the shivering would stop. I remember some mornings in the low 20s when I couldn't take it anymore and would shakily climb down from my stand and do jumping jacks on the ground trying to create some warmth.

And we would do that morning after morning. Dang we were hardcore back then! Now, if I feel even the slightest chill, I realize I didn't wear enough of the right clothes. If someone would have told me back then that clothes would be invented that would keep you so warm in your stand that your biggest problem would be comfortably drifting off into a snooze, I wouldn't have believed them for a second.

 

[Outdoor Enthusiast]

BSK...You hit the nail on the head about the clothing improvements. Jeans, a flannel shirt, an a pair of Fruit of the Looms. Boots weren't worth a nickel for warmth and keeping your feet dry. I can remember literally pulling frozen jeans off and standing them up inside my truck and then the next morning sliding out of my sleeping bag and having to lay down to put my frozen jeans back on. Those were the days, lol.

I've been trying to describe to my daughter what deer hunting was like in "the old days" without sounding like "I walked 5 miles to school every day, uphill both ways." I don't think she believes me when I tell her we usually hunted, even on below freezing mornings, in nothing but jeans, and sometimes an addition layer of cotton long-johns. And with that limited of clothing, entering the first and even sometimes the second stage of hypothermia was a daily occurrence. We really didn't think much about it. We thought that was the price you paid for deer hunting. I remember many, many mornings when I was in my stand (a few 2x4s nailed into a tree) shivering violently, not being able to work my hands properly, and even struggling to be able to speak because I had lost the motor control for my facial muscles. I remember praying for sunrise and a little sunlight on my body so the shivering would stop. I remember some mornings in the low 20s when I couldn't take it anymore and would shakily climb down from my stand and do jumping jacks on the ground trying to create some warmth.

And we would do that morning after morning. Dang we were hardcore back then! Now, if I feel even the slightest chill, I realize I didn't wear enough of the right clothes. If someone would have told me back then that clothes would be invented that would keep you so warm in your stand that your biggest problem would be comfortably drifting off into a snooze, I wouldn't have believed them for a second.

I did the same and I have only been hunting about 15 years. Young and dumb.