Good start there, Tex.
I figured out years ago, there was something seriously wrong with me. For some reason, as miserable as it was, I enjoyed feeding cattle out on the plains in the winter. It could be minus 35 F, wind blowing like there was nothing to stop it. The cold was cutting through a person like an icy knife, and if you didn't have a scarf over your mouth, you couldn't breath, or if you did , you would have frost bit lungs in a few minutes. But I did like it. I think the reason was, I knew I, that hay, and what fresh water I could keep broken loose for them for an hour or so, was the only thing that was keeping them alive. Some times you would see one with ears, or a tail frozen off. Some times an udder.
Winter can be tough. Those who haven't been out keeping things alive in it, don't realise it's full danger. I'm glad my intelligence level raised a couple points, and I don't cowboy anymore.
But, I do miss it.