Back in about '95, I hunted w/a group of 2-7 friends. Me and my best hunting pal , Donnie,had purchased rights to hunt Chesapeake Corps. paper mill property in West Point, VA. 2 other friends purchased rights after we told them about it.

Donnie had to work on the upcoming Sat., so it would be me and a friend named Keith on this trip. Snow fell overnight and I was looking forward to hunting in it. The hunt area was 1.5 hrs. away. On the way there, the snow changed to sleet and rain. We decided to continue.

Upon arrival, we both pointed out our locations . About an hour into the hunt the skies began to clear. Neither of us had high tech clothing at this time. Bottom line: During the whole, roughly 3 hr. escapade, the wind was constantly rustling, and the light rain had melted the snow on tree limbs, constantly sending it down on us. Rustling wind and the sound of falling snow was the only thing to be heard. What the rain hadn't melted, the sun did. We were both like cold, wet, frozen mops. When he came walking over to me, there were no questions it was past time to go. Even the animals were smart enough to not move in those conditions.
We couldn't leave fast enough!