I have a few that come to mind. The first few happened when I was working on a large scale ranch in central ND, prairie potholes region.
In one case it was an October blizzard that blew up, after getting the main cow herds managed for the blizzard I headed home early in the tractor to try to lead a group of yearlings in from their pasture to hunker down in the yard through the storm. It was starting to snow and by the time I got home the wind was picking up too. It’s nearly a full section of pasture, and as I went driving around out there looking for the cattle the storm really turned into a blizzard. Never did find the yearlings, after the storm we found they had drifted into a neighboring pasture and all rode out the storm just fine. Of course, I was safe and warm in my nice tractor, but I drove around out there for hours in the blizzard until I realized I couldn’t tell much where I was anymore and decided I better head it back home before I lost my way completely. It was going to be a 3 day blizzard and I would’ve run out of diesel if I had had to ride it out in the tractor. Made it home, but there were definitely more than a few moments where I wasn’t sure if I was heading in the right direction.
That same February/march, it seemed like we had a blizzard consistently starting every Friday and going on until Sunday afternoon. When they forecasted a particularly bad one, I had gotten tired of being snowed in at my place until Monday afternoon when someone from work could get there with the tractor to dig me out. So I borrowed the snowmobile and rode it home about 8 miles. Had never ridden a snowmobile before, tucked my 6 month old border collie pup on my lap and took off. Storm was going prettty good and it was down below zero. I took the shortcut past the lake but really didn’t know where I was. Luckily the wind had swept the snow up into big drifts and bare spots so I could see the gravel of the road now and then and navigate. But the next stretch was just an open field for 2 miles, no fences, no landmarks, and no visibility. I can tell you I was awfully glad when all of a sudden I about fell off the edge of the earth, had found the ditch of the road I needed to turn onto and head north to my house. Lost my hat with a couple miles to go, boy did my ears hurt when I got home.
The worst one I ever experienced I fortunately was at home. This was a few years later than the others. It was a bit April storm that hit during calving season. My husband and I had about 100 head and a good percentage of those had calves on the ground. We had to hook the snowblower on the tractor in the morning and blow a path to the barn, then hurry up and get unhooked and hooked onto the bale processor to feed. Well, we had all the cow calf pairs locked in to the corrals as well as the bred cows. There wasn’t a lot of room to spread the feed out with all those cows in there, and besides, by the time we could get half the feed out the path we had snowblown was about drifted shut again. So we’d hurry it back up to the main yard, go in and have some lunch since it was about noon anyway. And then after lunch we’d switch back over to the snowblower, make a fresh path, and then run back and get the bale processor to feed the other half of the days feed. Took us most of the day to get the basic chores done. For overnight calving checks, we typically take turns getting up in the night and heading down to the barn, but the tractor with the snowblower was the only vehicle that could get through the snow. Barn is about 300 yards or so from the house. I’m talking a mfwd tractor was the only thing that could make it 300 yards without getting stuck. We were scared to go alone in case something happened, there was no way the other person could get there to help them. To try to walk the 300 yards would’ve been incredibly dangerous, we were just praying every time we got in the tractor that we found the barn. At least if we didn’t we had a climate controlled cab until we found our way. Never have I had so much respect for what nature can do, nor what the people who settled this place went through. I’ve got 2 neighbors within 2 miles as the crow flies, and there’s fences everywhere. And I could’ve been lost on the prairie in minutes in that storm. But back when it was first settled, there was just miles of nothing. I can’t imagine living through those blizzards.