Too many instances of misery. one recent example on a winter caribou hunt by dog team:
Accidentally grabbed a 0 degree sleeping bag, looked identical to my 30 below bag. Was better than 40 below zero when I slept on the trail. Shivered all fkn night. Woke up first light and felt so disoriented that I felt drunk.
Could barely get a fire started. My spleen and core muscles were convulsing so violently, I couldn't do anything with any sort of dexterity. Couldn't get snowshoes on my feet. Snow was too deep to scrounge for wood.
A fkn flint, and a bottle of yellow heet got me core temp up. Luckily, my camp stove was pre-packed with a little bit of wood. I ate a frozen stick of butter and melted snow. Drank about a half gallon of scalding hot water with butter in it.
Back in mother fkn business!
Probably could’ve stopped after your second sentence ha ha. Winter caribou hunting by dogs team sounds pretty hard core.
