It was, in retrospect, an incandescently stupid mistake.
I obviously didn’t listen close enough to the weather terrorists on television the previous night. Surely our indispensable news-meteorologists would have warned me about the biting northwest wind that would cut through the southeastern Minnesota river valley the following day and freeze my face like it had been shot with Botox.
I could hear the wind whip the second I opened my truck door. The pretty scene – blue sky above, snow on the ground, gurgling trout stream ahead – belied the bone-chilling cold.
This content is restricted to subscribers of OutdoorNews.com. If you are already an OutdoorNews.com subscriber, you can log in here. If you are not and would like to read this and all the other great content OutdoorNews.com has to offer, click here.


