Hmmm....
That would be the fall/winter of 1995 (first week of October I think...) Out caribou hunting with a buddy at Sourdough, Alaska. We walked into the cabin we rented for the night, and no joke, there was a half inch layer of ice on the INSIDE of the damn place. thermometer
INSIDE read -32f!! Good thing the guy had just fired up the heater, as later it was so damn hot we had to open the door. Anyways, we were out tracking caribou before sunrise, and I had about every layer of warm winter clothing I owned on, and we found the caribou. We each shot ours, and before we dressed them we had a cigar. They were machine made Spanish cigars I brought back form Spain- Monteros Galanes, or something like that. Anyways, my buddy
LOVED those things! So we lit them up, enjoyed a few monents with them and then decided it was too damn cold to sit on our butts and smoke a cigar! We threw the caribou onto some kids sleds we brought, dragged them back to the truck, and lit up another cigar (same kind...) for the long drive home. Thank God the truck heater worked!
Memorable trip as it was the last hunt we did together before he retired and move to Montana... great memories! And daaaaaaamn cold.
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