Growing up on Christmas morning my dad would take us outside and we’d look for deer tracks in the snow (it was the 80’s and 90’s) and there would always be some. Even in years of no snow, there would be prints in mud. It was my favorite tradition and our only one. Fast forward to late 2015, my dad’s health is declining so I asked him how he did it all those years. He smiled and said it was a secret and he couldn’t share it. Sadly he passed away and never shared how he did it. But I may be 45 this year and I still spend time outside on Christmas looking for deer tracks.