“I Did This Today” is an occasional column of firsthand experiences.
Editor’s note: This column includes references to hunting and prey. This article has been updated to correct an error.
Imagine a Saturday afternoon, standing shin-high in layers of snow, on a quiet slope of Potter Hill in Grafton, overlooking sturdy conifer trees, amid a light, winter wind. Slowly, cars, trucks and minivans arrive, and a sense of anticipation builds…