Day three found us freezing in the cab of the truck trying to get some sort of radio transmission. For the previous two days, noise on the radio was non-existent. Finally, a faint signal came through with news that authorities were looking for us. There was hope that this hunting trip wouldn't be our last. With the conditions still not letting up, we decided to continue to conserve our resources. By 3 p.m. we spotted a snow cat looking for us. They couldn't see us through the snow, however. We fired our guns into the air and made a racket, but it was for naught. Things were suddenly bleak and the three of us were getting scared.