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The weather was down in the teens heading for a low of two later that night. That along with the roaring wind made for a long day on the treestand. But right at dark I did manage to harvest a deer. Hunting alone in this kind of weather in the middle of nowhere made me stop and think just a bit longer on each step of setting up and climbing with the treestand. With serious consequences should something happen and I hurt myself, I tried to concentrate on just being safe and didn't even bring the camera along, though several times when walking the snowcovered woods I wished I had.
Field dressing the deer made my bare hands sting and after rubbing them clean in the snow, gloves never felt so good....