My favorite day of hunting was during a blizzard in the year 2000. My hunting buddies and I had never paid an outfitter to hunt before. We all decided to try Illinois during the December bow season. We are all NC guys who have never hunted below zero in our life.We get up there Sunday and it starts snowing and the temperature is falling quick. 4 straight days we bowhunt in 30 mph winds and its 5 to 15 below. I dont think I could of pulled the bow after 20 minutes in a stand let alone 4 hours like we were trying to do. We were all pretty frustrated with not seeing any deer and the weather. On the fifth and final day of our hunt we are hunting in a hard wind and a whiteout snow storm when all of a sudden the wind came to a complete halt. A church somewhere in the distance was pealing "silent night" on its bells. For some reason I had never felt closer to my Lord as that day. When the song finished the storm cranked right up. All 3 guys that came out of the woods all were instantly talking about the song and how the wind stopped for the length of the song. The Lord works in mysterious ways is an understatement by miles.