I remember as a kid, reading a book about Davy Crocket (a little golden book if I remember right.) It said it got so cold that the sun froze coming over the mountain, and Davy had to climb up there with a bucket of bear grease, and grease that old suns gears and give it a sharp kick to get it moving again.
I never heard a better "It was so cold" story. I can still see the picture of Davy striding across the mountains with a bucket in one hand, and his rifle in the other.
I used to fish all winter. People would ask me if it ever got too cold to fish. I would always reply, "If I back the boat trailer down the ramp, and it doesn't sink...It's too cold to fish."
I never heard a better "It was so cold" story. I can still see the picture of Davy striding across the mountains with a bucket in one hand, and his rifle in the other.
I used to fish all winter. People would ask me if it ever got too cold to fish. I would always reply, "If I back the boat trailer down the ramp, and it doesn't sink...It's too cold to fish."
