The day before I was on the opposite side of the river seeing two playful minks run about the drink. The time was a round 2pm on a cold winter afternoon. The following day I drove around to the other side of the mighty Merrimac River in New Hampshire, hoping to catch the minks feeding and playing again. It was around 10:00am and I set up my ground blind on the frozen shoreline near some brush, and found a large felled tree to break up my outline. Like clockwork; around 2pm, I hear scattering, and movement behind me. Two minks were chasing each other, scurrying back and forth in close proximity. This one slid gracefully down the ice into the water and popped up nearly 20ft from my blind, as my shutter clicked, his curiosity grew, moving closer. Then slightly moving my camera down to angle in on him, he quickly ran off along the shore over a mound of snow, and the other mink followed.