I think of a chilly morning on a snowy creek bank where I laid on my belly for over 1 1/2 hours with close to an inch of snow accumulating on me, while watching a field gobbler take his time working to me...that was cold.....when that bird got within 50-60 yards out he managed to find an unknown dip in the field...and next thing I heard was him hopping the ditch 30 yards behind me.....I could see out of the corner of my eye as he strutted down the opposite ditch bank behind me at 15 yards...I spun, he ran...I shot, he laughed....that was ICE cold