Cold Winter’s Grasp
By: James Shock
Its early morning, a rifle over my shoulder, I’m marching through the
snow making my way to the deer stand. From an onlookers view, it would
sort of look like a giant lost orange Michelin man waddling through the
woods. These walks have always been so special. With the cold wind cutting into your face like blades, most folks would rather stay in their
nice warm beds; they are missing out. With first snow fall everything is
so untouched, so perfect one would say like a painting hanging from a
fire place mantle; nature at its best. After scouring the forest I finally
found the deer stand, made my way up the ladder and took a seat.
While waiting for deer to pass by I was once again at awe. The beauty
of the forest is endless. Seeing the tips of the trees covered by a blanket of snow and the wind slowly dusting it off. Then the sun rises; all
the beauty of the forest, every tree, every detail seems to come to life,
even the animals. A deer makes its way toward the bait laying thirty yards
from my stand, must of made his way there while I was hypnotized by the
forests beauty. It was a magnificent creature. With every step it took yo