Based upon my hunting experiences with my dad a few years ago.

Hunting in subzero degrees in a deer hut might not first seem appealing for most people but I can assure you that you will feel more than relaxed while falling asleep on the extra cushioned executive office chair more times then you can count. In fact, you will probably have more deer pass you while you are sleeping in your temporary winter home then while you are awake. Take this from experience when my Dad has to wake me up to shoot my big twelve pointer that could easily make the record book.

Equipped with a small propane heater, brunch, lunch, snacks, scoped rifle, and more weight in clothes than you, we headed to the deer hut before you can even see the sun coming up. With a full moon out and extra cold white snow, seeing several yards was not a problem at all. Walking to the deer hut is probably the coldest part of the whole hunting experience. You could see your breath, and since I wore glasses every year I have hunted, I had major issues with my glasses fogging up because the light wind would blow the steam from my lungs right back into my face causing major issues with trying to navigate in the dark.

The biggest noticeable thing about waking up so early in the winter to go hunting is how quiet it is. You felt as if the whole world just turned the volume off. When you walked to the deer hut all you would hear are your feet crunching on the snow or deer blowing and warning each other that you were there while they ran off. If you stood still and held you breath for a while to listwelve, you would hear pure silence. It was a magical land.

On arrival at the deer hut you would be greeted with a nice dark room that retained most of your body heat unless you had the windows open. There was a tin roof, pexiglass windows, and  tree bark appearance of cedars. With no leaves on the tree and snow on the ground you could see this structure fairly far away in the dark. Even though you could see the structure it was literally impossible to pear inside. Sitting down, we put our gear out sorted so that we could easily retrieve what we might need. Soon as I was comfortable, I dosed off into several dreams.

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