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Wiggy's - Memorial Day Sleeping Bag Sale
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Do any of you guys actually own one of these sleeping bags? If so, what do you think of it and do you use it in a hammock?
If you are looking for something for use in a hammock I would definitely consider getting a quilt instead. Even when I use a sleeping bag in a hammock, I unzip it and use it like a quilt.
ricky racer
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I've purchase a couple of bags for myself and a couple for my daughter and son-in-law. I believe they are the best quality bags you can buy. I've never slept in a hammock before so I can't offer any opinion about that.
ricky racer
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If you are intending to use the hammock and sleeping bag on a pack in hunt somewhere, you'll find sleeping bags that pack down smaller and lighter than a Wiggy's bag but keep in mind that if something were to happen and your bag gets wet, Wiggy's is the only bag on the market that will keep you warm, even if it gets soaked, plus it will probably dry out as you sleep in it. If you're out in the mountains somewhere and heaven forbid your gear gets wet, having a Wiggy's bag gives you a much better chance of survival than any other bag out there.
Yes, I am planning on doing a DIY Colorado Elk hunt this September bow season. Bad thing is we haven’t decided if we are going to have a base camp at the truck and hike every day or pack in and slowly work ourselves in deeper.
The other thing is I usually hunt in 2 to 3 week stents around rut, here in Georgia. I only have a couple 25 year old Walmart brand sleeping bags. When it does get to like 28-35 degrees, I just put one inside the other, not very comfortable but decently warm.
I maybe trying to do one size fit all solution that as I text this doesn’t really seem realistic.
Thanks for the information.
ricky racer
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I've got a Super Light which is a 0* bag for hunting trips. I purchased a Backpacker +30* bag for a trip I took on my motorcycle last year through South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, Utah and Colorado. I wanted a lighter weight, more compact bag for that trip, I didn't need a 0* bag in July. However, knowing I would be spending some time at higher elevations, I didn't want to go with anything lighter than a +30 bag. I discussed what I wanted with Jerry and he suggested the Backpacker for my needs.
If you look under the Specials tab on his website, you can find some cheaper options than those listed in the Memorial Day Sale.
If you look under the Specials tab on his website, you can find some cheaper options than those listed in the Memorial Day Sale.
I had a 15 deg bag and a 0 deg under quilt, both down, with my hammock this past year in CO. I hunted the 2nd and 3rd weeks and we saw temps in the high 20’s a couple of nights. I would recommend getting a bag or top quilt and an underquilt rated for at least these temps.
If you can catch some sales Hammock Gear and Outdoor vitals both have some reasonably priced stuff that will pack down much smaller and is much lighter than the Wiggys bag.
Wow, I wasn’t expecting temperatures that low. Thanks for the heads-up! Are there many bugs that would constitute a bug net?
Thanks for sharing, I definitely appreciate the insight.
Temps will depend on what part of September and what elevation you are at. We were camping over 11,000’ a couple of nights and were always over 10,000’. But I would definitely be prepared for those temps.
I’ve been out there in both mid September and October and bugs were a non issue both times.
ricky racer
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I agree 100%, down is the lightest, easiest to compress and smallest bag to pack in. The biggest downside of down is if it gets wet, it's worthless. You'll have to decide what is most important to you.
Decisions, decisions and more decisions.
Got to love it.
I have hunted from first of Sept thru the third week on various trips and never had a bug issue. But like @GCTerpfan I have been camped above 10k. But didnt notice any bug issues lower either just wasnt camped lower. The recommendation for an under quilt is spot on and I have experienced the same temps. I use a down Nemo down bag but @ricky racer makes an excellent point about down vs synthetic. If you get down gear good and soaked it is going to be a problem. Some years, there has been at least some rain nearly every day and some years you might only have one rainy day for a whole trip. Plan for some rain even if the forecast says otherwise. It can pop up fast out there and be on you quick.
I have used a sleeping pad in my hammock because the first couple trips hammock camping was new to me and I wanted to have the ability to go to the ground if needed. Now, I would just go with the underquilt and bag or top quilt and call it good.
ricky racer
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No matter how well you plan, things can go sideways in a minute. I found this letter written to Jerry back in 2003 describing just a situation. I hate to think what the outcome would have been if the letter writer had chosen down sleeping bags. It's a little long winded but a good read...
Jerry,
Well, I never thought I’d be writing a letter and thanking you for saving my life, but well, that’s just what this note is for. I went on a caribou hunting trip with my twelve year old son over the past weekend, flying out on Friday to a remote wilderness area about two hundred miles from Anchorage, Alaska. We were in a PA-18 Supercub floatplane. On Sunday afternoon, during the takeoff roll the aircraft flipped and went inverted, literally upside down and partially buried in the bottom of the lake. At the time, the winds were probably 10 to 15 mph, with some occasional gusts higher than that. After the accident they increased continuously over the next several hours. By nightfall they were gusting to at least forty. The temperatures were in the fifties but were dropping rapidly. The sky was clear, and the terrain was flat and open without any trees.
When we flipped, we, and everything we owned, were instantly soaked. Totally—submerged in fact. My son and I were wearing inflatable CO2 survival vests, and synthetic clothing with hip boots--all typical attire for Alaskan bush flying. After we successfully extracted ourselves from the upside down airplane, I took the time to get as much stuff out of it as I could. I wanted my Wiggy's sleeping bags, as I knew if we had any chance to survive, they would be key. It took me 30 minutes to get them—I had to cut a hole into the part of the aircraft that was still out of the water and push them forward where I could swim down and grab them from inside. We both had the Super Light FTRSS bags, in their stuff sacks. They were drenched; literally, the pressure from being held that long under water had been enough to soak them pretty thoroughly. Still, they were the only things we had. I tried to find the tent without success, and finally gave up looking for it.
We swam to shore, and my son and I were both hypothermic, him more so than me. We dove behind some small bushes, which was the only visible cover within miles. The bushes didn't completely block the wind, but they helped a lot. The ground was boggy, and wet, but to go to higher ground would have exposed us to the full force of the wind. There was no firewood or any other large trees—just miles of rolling tundra typical of caribou habitat. The picture I've attached captures the bleakness of the place pretty well, I think. It was taken 24 hours after the accident. Anyway, after we got to shore the real survival had just begun. My son wasn't talking much at this point, and I knew his situation was more desperate than mine. Since we were both shivering so badly, we were losing coordination, I recognized the symptoms of hypothermia and took the only action open to me. Like something out of a survival manual, we stripped off the wet clothing and got into one of your sleeping bags. I would have mated them together but I was too cold to try and change the zippers, so we just unzipped one partially and crammed into it (mine is a wide model) and I covered us up with the other bag. We shivered together for twenty minutes or so, behind those little bushes, and unbelievably, we warmed up in that wet bag. With the temperatures dropping and the wind whipping the prospects were ugly. I was really amazed how that bag was holding in our heat, what little we could generate, even though it was totally soaked and was sitting on wet, boggy ground.
I had an Iridium Satellite Phone with me, but it had gotten wet and wasn’t working. I had it in a watertight bag, but during the impact something had ripped a tear into it. I laid it out on a clump of grass to dry, praying it might work later after the wind had blown on it for a while. Knowing we needed something warm inside of us, I left my son in the bag and threw on some rain gear I had salvaged, and then ran around the shore and picked up some more stuff that had washed ashore. I hung what clothing I could find on the bushes, so that it could begin to dry in the wind as well. The gear I found included the dry bag with my small stove, along with a metal bowl, and some of our food bags. I started shaking again—as the sun was going down and getting low in the horizon the temperature went into the forties, and with the wind chill it was just unbelievably cold. I started shaking again too bad to continue gathering stuff, so I went back to my Wiggy’s bag and got inside. This time I just grabbed my son’s bag (he was still in mine) and jumped inside. I warmed up in minutes---it was the only “shelter” we had and it felt so good it's hard to describe. I stayed in the sleeping bag this time. I had found two of our foam pads during my search and put one under my son and the other under me, which got us out of the bog at least and made an improvement in the situation. What was strange was the sleeping bags were drying in the wind, even as we were inside them. The moisture was wicking out of them, and they seemed to get better and better and warmer at the same time. From the sleeping bag I lit off the stove, boiled some lake water, and made us two cups of hot cocoa. It tasted so good! After drinking it I was thinking more clearly, and remembered I had a spare battery for the Sat phone in my survival vest. I got it out and put it in the phone and this time it worked.
I made the call I needed to make, and luckily, I had passed the GPS coordinates of our campsite to my wife the night before. She still had them. After that, we just huddled in the sleeping bags and stayed warm, in spite of the dropping temperatures and high winds. I figured with less than an hour left of daylight we would probably have to spend the night, but luckily, an Alaskan State trooper flew out to us before the sun went down. With some red pen gun flares I had in my vest and the GPS coordinates he was able to locate us without any searching. The subsequent ride out of there in his floatplane was the best flight I’ve ever had. That night the temperatures plummeted into the 20's.
Wiggy, thanks! Plain and simple, you make an incredible sleeping bag. It works, and does what you say it does, and more. For me, and for my son, we are alive today because your product insulates, even when wet. If I had brought my down bag instead, I would never have made it. So, I thank you personally, and appreciate your sleeping bags in a way few others will ever know. Every single one of your employees should take pride in the work they do, and the efforts they make. All of you have my gratitude.
With my sincerest thanks,
John C. Dieffenderfer
Jerry,
Well, I never thought I’d be writing a letter and thanking you for saving my life, but well, that’s just what this note is for. I went on a caribou hunting trip with my twelve year old son over the past weekend, flying out on Friday to a remote wilderness area about two hundred miles from Anchorage, Alaska. We were in a PA-18 Supercub floatplane. On Sunday afternoon, during the takeoff roll the aircraft flipped and went inverted, literally upside down and partially buried in the bottom of the lake. At the time, the winds were probably 10 to 15 mph, with some occasional gusts higher than that. After the accident they increased continuously over the next several hours. By nightfall they were gusting to at least forty. The temperatures were in the fifties but were dropping rapidly. The sky was clear, and the terrain was flat and open without any trees.
When we flipped, we, and everything we owned, were instantly soaked. Totally—submerged in fact. My son and I were wearing inflatable CO2 survival vests, and synthetic clothing with hip boots--all typical attire for Alaskan bush flying. After we successfully extracted ourselves from the upside down airplane, I took the time to get as much stuff out of it as I could. I wanted my Wiggy's sleeping bags, as I knew if we had any chance to survive, they would be key. It took me 30 minutes to get them—I had to cut a hole into the part of the aircraft that was still out of the water and push them forward where I could swim down and grab them from inside. We both had the Super Light FTRSS bags, in their stuff sacks. They were drenched; literally, the pressure from being held that long under water had been enough to soak them pretty thoroughly. Still, they were the only things we had. I tried to find the tent without success, and finally gave up looking for it.
We swam to shore, and my son and I were both hypothermic, him more so than me. We dove behind some small bushes, which was the only visible cover within miles. The bushes didn't completely block the wind, but they helped a lot. The ground was boggy, and wet, but to go to higher ground would have exposed us to the full force of the wind. There was no firewood or any other large trees—just miles of rolling tundra typical of caribou habitat. The picture I've attached captures the bleakness of the place pretty well, I think. It was taken 24 hours after the accident. Anyway, after we got to shore the real survival had just begun. My son wasn't talking much at this point, and I knew his situation was more desperate than mine. Since we were both shivering so badly, we were losing coordination, I recognized the symptoms of hypothermia and took the only action open to me. Like something out of a survival manual, we stripped off the wet clothing and got into one of your sleeping bags. I would have mated them together but I was too cold to try and change the zippers, so we just unzipped one partially and crammed into it (mine is a wide model) and I covered us up with the other bag. We shivered together for twenty minutes or so, behind those little bushes, and unbelievably, we warmed up in that wet bag. With the temperatures dropping and the wind whipping the prospects were ugly. I was really amazed how that bag was holding in our heat, what little we could generate, even though it was totally soaked and was sitting on wet, boggy ground.
I had an Iridium Satellite Phone with me, but it had gotten wet and wasn’t working. I had it in a watertight bag, but during the impact something had ripped a tear into it. I laid it out on a clump of grass to dry, praying it might work later after the wind had blown on it for a while. Knowing we needed something warm inside of us, I left my son in the bag and threw on some rain gear I had salvaged, and then ran around the shore and picked up some more stuff that had washed ashore. I hung what clothing I could find on the bushes, so that it could begin to dry in the wind as well. The gear I found included the dry bag with my small stove, along with a metal bowl, and some of our food bags. I started shaking again—as the sun was going down and getting low in the horizon the temperature went into the forties, and with the wind chill it was just unbelievably cold. I started shaking again too bad to continue gathering stuff, so I went back to my Wiggy’s bag and got inside. This time I just grabbed my son’s bag (he was still in mine) and jumped inside. I warmed up in minutes---it was the only “shelter” we had and it felt so good it's hard to describe. I stayed in the sleeping bag this time. I had found two of our foam pads during my search and put one under my son and the other under me, which got us out of the bog at least and made an improvement in the situation. What was strange was the sleeping bags were drying in the wind, even as we were inside them. The moisture was wicking out of them, and they seemed to get better and better and warmer at the same time. From the sleeping bag I lit off the stove, boiled some lake water, and made us two cups of hot cocoa. It tasted so good! After drinking it I was thinking more clearly, and remembered I had a spare battery for the Sat phone in my survival vest. I got it out and put it in the phone and this time it worked.
I made the call I needed to make, and luckily, I had passed the GPS coordinates of our campsite to my wife the night before. She still had them. After that, we just huddled in the sleeping bags and stayed warm, in spite of the dropping temperatures and high winds. I figured with less than an hour left of daylight we would probably have to spend the night, but luckily, an Alaskan State trooper flew out to us before the sun went down. With some red pen gun flares I had in my vest and the GPS coordinates he was able to locate us without any searching. The subsequent ride out of there in his floatplane was the best flight I’ve ever had. That night the temperatures plummeted into the 20's.
Wiggy, thanks! Plain and simple, you make an incredible sleeping bag. It works, and does what you say it does, and more. For me, and for my son, we are alive today because your product insulates, even when wet. If I had brought my down bag instead, I would never have made it. So, I thank you personally, and appreciate your sleeping bags in a way few others will ever know. Every single one of your employees should take pride in the work they do, and the efforts they make. All of you have my gratitude.
With my sincerest thanks,
John C. Dieffenderfer