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Snowshowing in the sun


Have you ever looked up at the sky and marveled at how blue it was? There was not a cloud up there when Staci and I packed up our snowshoes and headed into the woods to look for sheds.

The recent rain had made the snow unstable and we would break through the crust and sink with every step.  It wasn't the best option, but we ended up on the snowmobile trail looking for active deer crossings.   Wet holes had opened up and streams were roaring.  It was a perfect day to be out in the woods.

The rain had made some spots icy and some soft and water logged.  We had to pick and chose where we walked and how fast we could go.  I was surprised when we met three snowmobilers on the trail.  They were probably surprised to see us too because they stopped to make sure that we were all set and had not broken down somewhere.  We continued on and as soon as we reached the tree line, we spotted two deer beds - ALWAYS a good sign.

We followed the tracks and decided to head west and see if we could find more deer sign and maybe even a shed!


We found tracks and lots of animal poop.  We found Witch's Jelly.  We followed the tracks down into a ravine and across a stream.  Then we got distracted.  We found these tracks and neither of us knew what would make them - a fisher maybe? if it was running?  They were horseshoe shaped and anywhere from 8 inches to 12/14 inches long depending on how close together they were.  Do you have any ideas?




You never know what you might find in the woods and that's the exciting part! We never did find a shed, but I won't give up!  If I can make it out there before the snow disappear and the ticks come out, maybe I will be lucky and find one.



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