With the woods cloaked in a blanket of freshly fallen snow, the Native Hunters plan their hunt. Each knows his position. The hollow-like echoing of clattering bones and rattles can be heard as the drivers push the whitetails. The bowmen keep a vigilant watch for the game to come into arrow range.

Broken is the peaceful silence of snowy woods, as the cracking of branches is heard, thus, signaling the archers - be ready. Winter brings not only its beauty and tranquility but also its abundant harvest - so vital to the longhouse village.