Congratulations on your first, may there be many more.
Geeze, that sounds like a toast. Good idea eh?
Make mine a Scotch on the rocks.
The buck I remember as being my coldest, was one I shot ahead of my dogs, in minus 30 degree weather, with a light wind. I was standing on top of a rock, about six feet high, with my teeth chattering. No kidding, they really were, I was shaking like a leaf, and praying for something warm to stick my frozen hands in to get warm.
The buck appeared on a trot, seconds later, and one shot from the 30-30 dropped him cleanly. I gutted him, got all warmed up, and got back on my rock. The dogs never found that buck, the dogger took them low on the ridge, the deer was only trying to avoid them.
The warmth from the buck, I think he was an eight point, didn't last long, and I was certainly glad to hear the signal whistle and go climb in a warm vehicle for a bit.