these days

Sun beams off the snowy blanketed land, We trudge throught the landscape with guns in hand. Following the leader in a single file, the five of us illegally hunting for game down in the valley near a wooded mountian range. We don't travel far from the snow-packed road. the snow is up to our knees even higher in someplaces. A breeze combs through the forest brushing lightly the soft snow off the branches. I follow behind the third person with an ak-47 in hand, I carry a pump-action 12 gage shot-gun, and the thrid person a 40mm hand gun in his trousers. The leader wore winter camoflage made for hunters and the rest of us were blundled up in normal clothes. Trailing behide me are two boys. We milly about for an hour or so following each other through the deep snow. We found deer tracks under the trees and started heading out toward the mountian side. We stop and headed back to the deer tracks to shave off some time and spotted a few horses. The leader lead us toward the horses to see if they might have some deer around them. None were around. The two kids started to goof a round so they were pushed in the ditch. They laughed all the way down. By that time we were worn out and decided to get the boys back. We back tracked ourselves to the car. A half day spent trail brazing through snowy forest floor, just we walk away.