Having inherited my father’s poor circulation, I have come to the sad realization that, if I lived in a different place and time, my cold-weather hunting days would be over. My band might have even put me on an ice floe by now. It doesn’t take long anymore for cold weather to turn my hands into numb, yet also painful, hooks incapable of the simplest fine motor tasks. When they turn cold enough, my thumbs are only just barely strong enough to take off a top safety or thumb a shell into a semiauto’s magazine. Chemical handwarmers work fairly well, but they only generate so much heat, and if they get wet, they are useless. The Flambeau heated handwarmer muff I still wear as a redundant handwarming system is good, but could be warmer.