The storms came in and it was cold and windy. We glassed over a canyon and finally found a buck that was bedding down. It was cold and we waited for an hour and as soon as he stood I found myself without a shot. He moved away from us and bedded further down in the canyon. More waiting took place, it was so cold, my feet got numb and my fingers. I don't know if it was the cold, the wind, the.... Read More