Personal Narrative: Snow Hunts

I felt the stock of my bow while I was sitting in the blind. Frost had already began to form where I rubbed it off seconds ago. I looked through the small window at the everlasting snow. “Wait, was that a deer moving along those trees?” I asked myself. It looked more like a kangaroo making its way through the snow. I could barely stand up in the cold. I pulled back, ready to take the shot.
Being one of my later hunts of the season, it was very cold. Nearing the end of the season I was anxious to finally get a deer, as we hadn’t even seen one all season. It was already a weird season so far: beginning with a strange heat wave, ending abruptly with a cold front. It had snowed the night before, only about an inch. We put our teeth (claws that help with traction) on the bottom of our boots, just to be safe.
“Only three quarters of a mile to go,” I replied. I was starting to get worried about whether or not the Ranger could get out of the thick, wet snow. By the time we made it back to the truck, another inch or so of snow had fallen. As fast as we could, I got in and started it. It took 10 seconds or so, but then the engine roared to life. I gave it a bit of gas, and threw of the heat. I got out to find that Pat brushed most of the snow off the truck. We threw the gear in the bed, and I took the backup alternator out of the engine compartment and got back into the truck. “Do you think you should drive?” I asked Pat. “Its your truck, you know it better than I do,” Pat replied. I put the truck in 1st and tuned the knob on the dash to 4H (4 Wheel High). I gave it some gas, and let out the clutch. It didn’t budge. I gave it more gas, and I felt the rear wheels spinning. The 4x4 didn’t engage. Without me asking, Pat jumped out, and gave the truck a couple mighty pushes from behind. I felt a pop and a click on the steering wheel, and knew that the 4x4 was fully engaged. I stopped and Pat hopped