Mine takes place in the White Mts. of NH. I was deer hunting with two friends one of which had a Aunt who ran a girl scout camp, she let us use it after the season ended. The first day we hunted around camp the second day at o dark thirty I'm in the back of the car headed some where my friend had in mine. We pull into a tote road and off I go, No sun and light snow.First thing I find is a set of Bobcat tracks I think I'll follow them, not good, I found my self in a Cedar swamp with less than twenty feet of visibility in any direction, the good news I found a set of deer tracks and thought that deer had a better chance in finding it's way out of this swamp than I did so onto the deer tracks. The deer ditched me on a set of R.R.tracks about noon time, off I went and about dark I heard a gun shot and thought I could hear a truck. This was the part I was dreading, hitching a ride with some one and not being able to tell them where the car was. Luck found me and I was picked up by a elderly gentleman who asked where I was going so I gave him the few landmarks I could. After a seven or eight mile ride It turned out I had started my day on his property so he was able to bring me back to the tote road. My friends where out looking for me and we sat and talked for awhile and he told me how for sixty years he had been avoiding that cedar swamp with his rabbit and coon dogs.
While walking those R.R. tracks I saw twenty plus Partridge always wanted to get back there.
