Furryanimal
Y gath o Gymru
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- Wales
What is the coldest you have ever been?
Brrrrr.....
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hollydolly
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- Location
- London England
I was 16 , It was january, I'd got a thin cotton short sleeve dress on which I;d worn to my friends' party . Cut a long story short, I was 5 minutes late home for my curfew and my father locked me out. I had to sit on the doorstep from midnight until 8am before my mother was allowed to let me in. I was so cold I crawled into my bed and stayed there all day, I was really ill, I lost 2 days of work because of it
IKE
Well-known Member
- Location
- Oklahoma....U.S.A.
True story, back in about 77' myself and two other Stooges went duck hunting for the first time in a small boat that we had over loaded with gear, us, decoys, guns, ammo etc.....I'm not sure of the actual water temp but the cove we were in had a thin crust of ice on it so it must have been pretty darn chilly.
Anyway, on the way back to shore after hunting it had started snowing heavy and Moe in the front of the boat yelled at Larry running the motor ( I was Curly in the middle) to speed up so we could get back to shore quicker and he did......immediately upon gunning the engine water started pouring in over the front of the boat and it filled and overturned in about 10' of water.
We all three sank like rocks and while holding our breath had to shed our now wet heavy hunting coats laden with lots of shotgun shells in all the pockets in order to reach the surface, gulp air and then swim forward enough to reach bottom and walk into shore.
Once reaching shore we immediately cranked up the old Volkswagen bus we'd driven and while waiting for the engine to warm up we all stripped down to our drawers and wrapped up in a couple of smelly old blankets shivering......we were all very lucky to walk away with our lives on that hunting trip and that's probably the coldest I can recall ever being.
Moral of the story ?........don't ever go duck hunting with me and two other dummies named Larry and Moe.
Anyway, on the way back to shore after hunting it had started snowing heavy and Moe in the front of the boat yelled at Larry running the motor ( I was Curly in the middle) to speed up so we could get back to shore quicker and he did......immediately upon gunning the engine water started pouring in over the front of the boat and it filled and overturned in about 10' of water.
We all three sank like rocks and while holding our breath had to shed our now wet heavy hunting coats laden with lots of shotgun shells in all the pockets in order to reach the surface, gulp air and then swim forward enough to reach bottom and walk into shore.
Once reaching shore we immediately cranked up the old Volkswagen bus we'd driven and while waiting for the engine to warm up we all stripped down to our drawers and wrapped up in a couple of smelly old blankets shivering......we were all very lucky to walk away with our lives on that hunting trip and that's probably the coldest I can recall ever being.
Moral of the story ?........don't ever go duck hunting with me and two other dummies named Larry and Moe.
RadishRose
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- Location
- Connecticut, USA
OMG what a crazy duck hunt that was. Were you scared?
IKE
Well-known Member
- Location
- Oklahoma....U.S.A.
Not at the time but later I realized how bad it could have been and how lucky we were.
I already felt cold looking at it
Tedwalker
New Member
- Location
- Brisbane Australia
I'm a thin bloke, so I feel the cold more than most people.
I often feel cold when others around me feel warm.
I often feel cold when others around me feel warm.
