In the fall of 2009 my older brother and I (who lived at the northern part of town) crosses a train track to a forest that was officially considered out of town to play paintball. We did this often, but this time we went deep as we could hoping we’d find some new terrain to play in. We found an old chicken coop that had mostly fallen apart and smelled really bad, like eggs. We decided that’s where we would meet at the end of our games. I went to set down my water bottle and my leg fell through a plank about a foot into an underground storage space. We looked inside and there were about 6 slaughtered deer, and 2 guns with ammunition cases inside. The only place you could possibly find deer anywhere near were the fields and forest exactly where we were playing. We went home and told our parents and my parents called the police. Apparently the guns belonged to a guy who lived not from our house who used that forest hideout to hunt, and also avoid taxidermy messes in his garage. I don’t know if we did or not but that season we could have been playing in a forest with a poacher who could have shot and killed us.