On Christmas Eve, I decided on my motorized dog to go in search of the cabin of a hunter who died in 2015. It was a long way to go, but the daylight hours were very short. I had to cut through forest obstacles and navigate among large swamps. Only by the end of the first day I managed to cross the first bog and find a forest hut in a small clearing. It was about one mile from the old cabin to the river. I wanted to fish from the ice, but had no luck. The first ice on this section of the river had melted due to heavy snows and elevated air temperatures. Thanks for watching!