It was the first time tha I went hunting by myself. I was walking through these woods with pretty thick undergrowth. My grandfather had told me " Boy you becareful up in those woods, there are a couple of wolves running around." Never thought much about it until that day. As I was walking, a winter storm hit and snow started falling like crazy. I couldn't see more then 25 - 30 ft. All of the sound I heard twigs snapping to the left and right of me. I started picking up my pace, and so did the sound of the twig snapping. I caught sight of a tree stand and took off sprinting to it. I don't think I even climbed it, just leaped the 15 feet to it. I looked around when I was up there and nothing. I looked some more and there it was. A squirrel was making its way around the underbrush.