It snowed on the farm last night. Fresh snow to a woodsman or a tracker is like a new GPS to a city person. I got up at the crack of dawn anxious to head to the woods to see what the wildlife was up too. Heading out the door at first light, I slowly made my way to the beaver swamp on the back of the farm. Was the otter I saw last year still here? Walking slowly, studying the ground, I came over the knoll to the swamp. I stopped and took it all in. Creeping carefully I mounted the beaver dam and systematicly scaned the ground in a grid like pattern. There they were, fresh otter tracks!! What a glorious morning.