

East Creek
East Creek is pretty much as it shows in the photo, a small babbling creek. West Creek, Field Spring and both swamps are literally that...narrow, mucky bogs. They are prominently identified by thick stands of tall pines throughout.
The stand of small pines borders much of the primary wood lot to the south and serves as the boundary to the fields surrounding Mark's home. But, despite its relatively small size, it is still a royal pain to navigate even with two logging trails passing through it. The logging trails are strewn with debris as well as rooted stubs of small trees that have been trimmed down. I can't tell you how many I tripped over as they were hidden in the snow. There is also a small muddy creek that runs from Marks property through the further-most western end of this stand of pines.
The wood lot is encompassed within an area of roughly 55-65 acres and is bordered on the north by a creek (West Creek) which is actually a narrow swamp. A stand of young, dense pines borders the wood lot on the south and west, and a stand of tall pines and hardwoods and another creek (East Creek) to the east.
As you can see in this photo, not every tree was harvested for sale, and there are soft and hardwoods still standing. The only negative aspect of the wood lot are the piles of limbs and fallen trees littering the forest floor. There is literally no "silent" way of getting across the wood lot. And, when covered with a blanket of snow, the hazards are merely hidden from view and make for a tiring if not treacherous hike.
A key feature of the wood lot is a sub-ridge that runs parallel and to the south of West Creek. Although I have yet to see any bedding activity on the ridge, I have spooked feeding or migrating deer (not sure what they were doing) off the ridge in late morning. I have also found that most of the deer sign and activity has been found on the ridge, at crossing points along West Creek, and various spots in the western half of the wood lot.
My intentions at this point will be to seek permission to clear a pathway for myself through the wood lot so as to avoid twisting an ankle or breaking a leg, and for a more silent passage way to thw western side of the wood lot. In this effort I will also be making "natural" blinds with the limbs and downed trees as stopping points for still-hunts through it.