It was so cold, the geese would not fly.
My hunting partner, Steve, and I had been in our ground blinds since first light, waiting for the resident Canada geese to leave the pond and head to the cornfield where we lay. After a couple of hours at 7 degrees, we could not feel our feet or our fingers, and we had not heard a single honk. We decided that the geese were smarter than we and were not going to expend any unnecessary energy on a morning that cold.
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