Cold weather stories have a certain pedigree shared with the Burlington Liars Club. Something to cold weather wants us to lie to a point just short of eternal damnation.
Among farmers there are kindred categories of this same temptation, hundredweight per acre comes to mind, how many heads that calf had back in 1954. Along with how good the mileage was for a straight-six Ford with a Zenith carburetor that wasn’t very good straight out of the factory, so everybody knows you’re lying. Doesn’t matter, it’s just another Zenith carburetor lie.
Lying comes more naturally to men than it does women because men also fish.