The sun shone brightly on the fresh cover of snow that morning. The boys threw off their blankets and started scooping up handfuls of snow to throw at each other. The other men awoke, saw what they were doing and joined in! Their cold bodies soon warmed with all the activity. Marty found himself close to the edge of the forest, backed up and laughing, being pelted with snowballs from York. He sure had a powerful arm when it came to snowball throwing!
He looked over and saw Seaman just inside the forest and called to him, “Seaman, buddy, save me!” he yelled playfully as another snowball smashed into his shoulder.
Seaman was over sniffing at something, seemingly going in circles, growling and snorting softly as he dug his nose into the snow time and time again.
Marty motioned for York to follow him into the forest. Part of him wanted to find out what the dog was tracking but part of him did not. As he approached Seaman, he saw tracks in the snow. These were not just ordinary tracks of a deer or a rabbit that he had seen many times in his back yard, but tracks of a much larger animal. The imprints in the snow were bigger than York’s hand as he bent down to measure it!