About 3 years ago it had snowed 3 inches overnight and I had the itch to get out. I had called several buddies the night before and none could join so I grabbed the dog before sunup and headed over there. Had never been there and it's within an hour of home so gave it a shot. Drove just past the dam, found a nice spot to park and got after it. It was just about the coldest morning I can ever remember being out hunting. But....one of those pristine morning were the only sounds when you stop walking is the sound of your breath....and it just seemed to hang in the air. Ya'll know the mornings I am talking about after it snows... But man it was bitter.....anyway I walked the edge of a field, turned up a fence row splitting two milo fields, dog goes on point. Long story short by the end of the fence row two roosters were in the bag with one more that should have been. I remember being so tickled I had to stop at the end and take pictures to send to my buddies who were warm and cozy in their beds. : ) I'd never tell them this but it was one of those "nice to be alone....just my dog and me" kinda mornings.
Went same spot the following year, parked in the same spot and didn't see any vehicles and after about 200 yards out into a field realized I was in the crossfire of about 4 deer hunters in blaze edging the field. That was the end of that trip.
Good luck if'n ya go!