Should be interesting. I will start with;
We had a competition near the German Border. You got a map and one grid, you get to the grid and perform a Common Tasks Test at each station, upon completion you were graded. Then you got the next grid.
The crazy part was you were being followed by another patrol, if they caught you, you were out of the competition.
I was the last in the patrol, checking our six as we ran to the next station. Well, I heard a crack and was instantly under water. It was so cold my pants were frozen in the next fifteen minutes.
I finished we were second and when I got home and in the shower, my muscles cramped me to the floor.
F’ing cold.
I backpacked one year about 12 miles into a wildness area. It was starting to get dark because our travel was slower than we anticipated. We picked it up, double time to the camp area. There was about 14” of snow with a layer of ice below. I worked up a sweat but we didn’t want to stop to take off layers.
By the time we got to camp, I was drenched and the temperature had fallen to -7. We got a fire built to dry off our clothes. Within just a few moments of getting off the wet clothes, my boots and pants were frozen and would stand up on their own. I dried myself off on extra clothes and wrapped myself in my sleeping bag. Was a good night! Plenty of bourbon and firewood.
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Barn party one weekend over Christmas break outside of a small town in northern Mn when I was in high school. I got some girls to take their tops off by jumping out of a hot-tub into a snow bank a story below in just my underwear. I landed on the concrete patio underneath and hit my head. I don’t think I blacked out but I was almost frozen to the patio and lay there for a few minutes. As a joke they locked the basement slider and I had to run around to the front of the house in 3-4 feet of snow, my cousin who brought me was sober enough to get me into a shower, and ended up boiling hot water on the stove to fill the tub I was sitting in. Full of alcohol and mostly naked on a 0 degree night, plus being 17 doesn’t mix well.
Incidentally a second attempt to jump naked out of the hot-tub was made by a 13 year old, who ended up fracturing his femur later on and had to be taken to the ER, and thus shut the party down.
In high school I hated riding the bus so much that I would sometimes opt to walk home instead. About an hour walk. One time I opted to do this in January with no hat and my ears were in utter agony for a good chunk of that walk. Although by the time I had gotten home they miraculously no longer felt cold at all.
In the days that followed my ears turned bright red and were swollen and infected, and this infection seems to have triggered something like Bell’s Palsy which paralyzed the left side of my face for a week or so until the medication I was prescribed took care of that.
It wasn’t even that cold of a day in terms of temperature, nowadays I routinely shoot and run around in the woods in colder, wetter conditions than I walked home in that day, but my ears are still extremely sensitive to the cold and wind and I’ll still cover them up well into the low 40s sometimes, depending on how windy it is.
Sleeping in my apartment in Central Florida on one of those rare nights the temp went down into the 30’s. It was college, roommates and I didn’t realize we had heat. Ended up taking all my clothes out of the dresser, throwing them on my bed, and slept under the whole pile.
Not really the coldest I’ve ever been, but the memory always cracks me up.
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I was married to Satan’s sister for 4 years. She was the coldest I have ever seen or been. Does that count?
How many sisters does he have? I dont think we both married the same one.
My father and I used to duck hunt every weekend during duck season here in OK. We would typically get to our spot between 4:30 a.m. - 5:00 a.m. and it was a pretty good hike with all of our equipment. Of course, being a teenager at the time, I was tasked with carrying the makeshift blind we had built, a pack of decoys, a bag of food/water, a seat-bucket full of ammo, and my shotgun. It was likely over 100lbs worth of stuff and it was absolutely miserable to carry through mud and water over long distances.
One day was particularly cold and we’d just had snow the night before. Temperature was somewhere in the low to mid teens. The spot we were going to required a lot of walking through knee and waist high water, but of course it had frozen from the temps and we ended up using the butts of our shotguns to break the ice to create a path to walk in. We had made it about 3/4 of the way to our spot, walking through what was basically a marshland with trees growing all over it, attempting to get to a clearing to setup our decoys. I felt a snag on the bottom of my waders around my calve and suddenly a rush of cold. I must have snagged a jagged tree branch under the water because the next thing I know my legs are now soaked all the way through with ice cold water. Of course, my misfortune wasn’t going to cost my Dad his chance at victory so it was either deal with it or head back to the truck alone. After about 15 minutes of attempting to suck it up I gave in and made the long journey back to the truck with all my gear. By the time I finally made it back I wasn’t able to get the waders off. My legs had swollen up enough that I ended up cutting the waders off of me. That was the most cold I’ve ever been and hopefully won’t have to endur such cold again.
A close second was in highschool. After a track practice a few buddies and I decided to go to the lake to relax after a hard practice. The problem was it was early March and although it was in the 70’s that day, the water was no where near warm enough. We went to a spot where a cliff overhangs the water (probably 2 stories up) and decided we’d all jump in. We jumped, and the moment we hit the water it was like all of the energy was zapped out of us. We weren’t far from the rock shore we needed to swim back to, but due to the cold we basically lost function of our limbs. I remember panicking and kicked as hard as a could with little result. Luckily we made it to shore. We laugh about it now, but we’re lucky we didn’t drown. A few yards farther out and we likely would have. I don’t remember being as cold as my duck hunting trip, but this experience was certainly more eye opening to what cold can do to you.
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Late season Quail hunt, mid January, wind out of the NW 20 mph and gusting, 20 degrees.
My old Britt “Hog” was trying to get a drink out of a frozen pond, going further and further out looking for water.
She broke through and couldn’t get out. Without thinking I dropped my gun on the bank and ran out to help her. I broke through the ice as well right next to her. The water was just chest deep, but I was fully drenched.
I heaved her up onto the ice and managed to get out myself.
It was a long, miserable walk back to the truck.
In college (1971) I participated in a early spring canoe trip in the northern part of the LP in Michigan. Canoe flipped and I went into the ice cold water. The super-fast current immediately pinned me to a tree spanning the river - same tree that flipped us. Motor function was blocked within seconds of entering the water - so being pinned was a blessing - otherwise I would have drowned!
Ten - 15 minutes later, the 2nd canoe in our group came along and stabilized me further against the tree. When the third canoe arrived, they rigged a system of ropes to pull me ashore.
PROFOUND hypothermia. After a few hours around the fire they built, my clothes were dry and I was functional enough to complete the trip as a passenger in another canoe.
COLD - COLD - COLD!!!
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Pennsylvania doesn’t get super cold, and I generally don’t mind the cold. That being said, one time I passed out drunk on my front porch after a company Christmas party and came to around 6am. It was a good thing my blood alcohol was pretty close to antifreeze…
As a preteen and teen, used to go out in the woods to clip evergreen brush for a friend who made Christmas wreaths. Got crazy cold a few times, but…had to suck it up. Served me well when I got a job that requires working outside in subzero temps.
Brother…PA doesnt get super cold? I disagree.
One snowy, blustery night sometime after midnight, Me & two other truckers were up on I-80, slowly moving due to horrendous conditions…when one of the trucks fuel filters started to clog up. We were going up a mountain and he was barely able to move. Two of us made it up to the rest area on top, waited for him, in CB contact the whole time. I/we always carried extra filters, so we stopped to help him. Man that wind was whippin & was sharper than a Bowie knife. We had to take 1-2 minute relays to get the filter off, prime it, then put it on. Seems it took about 45 minutes. Was -20 degrees. We all three were freezing when done.
As a pre-teen in TN, Ive hunted several times when my shotgun or rifle wouldnt fire, Im hot natured and have always been able to stand cold much better than anyone I know. I dont even wear coats or long sleeves, I hate them. No one has seen me in a coat in over 10 years…I wear plain short sleeve T shirts year round. But that night up on that mountain in PA Ill NEVER forget…we couldnt even talk for a good while.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really mind the cold to a degree so that’s why I say it doesn’t get “super cold”. One of my favorite things to do is go out for long hikes when it drops into the teens. I’m just comparing it to some states the have daytime temps in the negative regularly.
I see, I agree. But northern PA…it do get chilly! PA is such a gorgeous state, SO rural with good folks, but those cities…shitholes, like most cities in America now.
Was in a Film history class and we watched a clip with some blue language. The lights come up and one girl feigns “Oh, my virgin ears…”. To which I sote voce’d, “The only part of ya…”.
Cold, coldest I’ve ever been…
-48°F in Butte, Montana in winter 1988 or 89. The furnace couldn’t keep up and we couldn’t get the apartment above the mid 40s. We ended up moving in with my father in law for a week or so.
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reckon it was not as how cold I was but how cold it was in Edmonton Canada for a friends wedding in Jan !! Straight from Maui to Edmonton never been to a place that actually hurts to breathe in !
Forgot the temps but whatever it gets in Edmonton !
OH my buddy was from Maui lives there now and loves it guess he got used to it 
I used to teach snowboarding in the winter (8 years) had some serious cold days when the weather was poor just because you are up on the mtn 7 days a week usually its riding the lifts when you freeze as you are not moving
Most my life in the islands so for us if it was 60 degrees it was like freezing and would show up to the harbor with jackets and sweatshirts and tourists think we are joking but we are freaking freezing to what we are used to
But nothing I could ever say I was in danger of having issues lucky
I did do some diving around ice that was insane cold in the post dive that gets you but in water only extremities get cold as we are wearing dry suits but its the face and fingers and the getting out doing gear with diving in sub zero that is freaking brutal as you cant use your fingers properly
When I was a kid in Michigan, we had a great sledding hill about a mile away from our house. You had to cross a swampy area to get to it.
One time when I was about 10, on the way back home after sledding for hours, I broke through the ice in the swamp. Went in up to a little over my waist. Lucky it wasn’t deeper. By the time I got home my wet clothes were frozen.
I’ve been cold a number of other times and even had mild frostbite on fingers & toes, but don’t remember feeling colder than I did that day.
Sour gas plant at 8,000 feet on top of a mountain in SW Wyoming during the 80’s, one night it got down to around -42 with wind 30-40 mph so wind chill around -90. Plant was pretty much shut down but we had some instrumentation that needed watching that was freezing up so we had to drag steam hoses around to thaw things out. Even with all the Arctic gear we had you could only handle about 10 minuets outside and if you wanted your truck to run you couldn’t turn it off. Mind you the plant was built to handle 40 below with no problems but the wind chill pushed it over the edge.
Then there was that time at Wildflicken when I discovered that Mickey Mouse boots don’t work worth a f@ck if you’er not moving around and that you should always test your insulated air mattress for leaks before you need it for sleeping out in a German December.