It was 37°F when I practiced this morning. Cold by my standards. The cold was something the wind was something else.
The wind was blowing so bad, gusts up to 30 mph, that it blew out my ‘Mr. Heater’ outdoor propane heater, repeatedly. I’d see arrows kick their fletched end when caught by a gust – at 18 meters!
For the afternoon practice it had warmed to 39°F. To compensate with the warmth the wind picked up.
When I came inside from practice my wife felt my hands. She then said, “You must have wanted to shoot pretty bad.”