Not near as miserable as that. Though when I was a teenager I shot a buck in the Black Hills at dusk. The snow was deep. I wounded that buck. He kept lying down and I kept following. No moon that night I had a two cell flashlight. Maybe the fourth time I got him up I had the flashlight in my left hand and shot him as he got up. The snow there was hip deep. To get back to the truck I had to drag him through deeper snow. It was hard enough for just myself. I was back to the house when dawn was breaking.
The first elk hunt I was on was high above the Selway River. My brother and I shared a small two man tent. In the night, the snow load had crushed the tent on top of us. That story is for another day.
