The car ride to the cabin was long, as usual. I enjoyed the time with my grandfather, though. His eyes were like a hawk, he would see everything. We would drive by fields of snow. Back by the tree line I wouldn't see anything, but he would pull over and check out the wildlife with his binoculars. Then after he pointed them out to me I would realize what I missed.
             We arrived at the cabin. This cabin was built like a house, but entirely of logs. A wood stove heated the cabin. The stove gave an older look and feel to the place. The cabin had a porch that wrapped around the front and side. It gave me a sense of living without technology.
             As we moved all our hunting gear and clothes from the car to the cabin it began to snow. It was early November so the snow was expected. There was about three to four inches of snow on the ground already and the fresh snow made it good for tracking deer.
             We went inside the cabin and met up with everybody staying there for the night. We all played poker and I came out the loser because I didn't have any idea what I was doing. After we ate dinner, I relaxed for a while. Before we went to bed I went outside and it was still snowing but the snow was more then snow. It was like crystals glowing in the moonlight. It continued snowing harder and harder as I went to bed.
             The next morning I woke to the ringing of the alarm clock. It was five am and I didn't want to get out of bed, but the excitement of the hours ahead gave way and I was up.
             We all got dressed in our thermal clothing and then put on extra clothes for warmth. We put on our green and brown camouflage and we were ready to go out into the woods. It was about six am, and it was still dark out. Everybody went their separate ways, and I headed towards my tree stand.
             There was about a foot and a half of snow on the ground. It wasn't snowing anymore but it was deep enough to make the trek through the woods difficult....