Three of us were on Leech Lake to do some duck hunting, we had hoped to take a small boat across the lake to another spot. Unfortunately its was very cold and windy, so cold we couldn’t keep the motor going and we kept blowing into the shore. It was so cold Dave, who was seated in front of me, spit out the side of the boat, the wind caught it and when it hit the barrel of my gun it froze instantly. Well, we decided we should not try to motor across the lake as the conditions were extreme. So we opted to make room and join others on the little pennisula we were parked near. We got in a few shots throughout the day. The ducks were low coming across the lake but as they got to the pennisula they would swope up high to try and avoid us. Well, we about froze to death, we would take turns going up and warming up in the truck. As the day wore on, it got colder and colder. When we arrived there wasn’t any ice on the lake, but it was beginning to form before our very eyes, first forming on the shore as the water lapped up on the edge, then it started spreading out into open water. Dylan French shot a duck which landed about 25 feet out on the ice without breaking through. Soon thereafter when it was time to go, he gingerly walked out on the ice to the duck and picked it up, all the while the ice was bowing under his weight. But he successfully retrieved it without getting wet. Now that is cold, and also why we love Minnesota. Hey, where else are people so proud of and brag about the cold.
Posted by Guest Poster on June 9, 2009
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