12/05/2020 8Pts 119Lbs
Leaddog arrives to snowy world best left to the snowmosexuals. Off he goes, local with toasty warm watching clothes on. Probie shows up, and gets in the woods in the general area. Some track is seen here and there, but nowhere are the makers of such. Snow limits the two ranger’s range – keeping the legs for Saturday.
The gang attempts to drive the bunny hill backwards to confuse the mules. We could hear the laughing of said mules below from up on high in the clouds. All gathers at the end for a ceremonial closing mule hot dog roast – which was rather tasty!
Screw it, enough is enough. We hate deer hunting!
Steven and Leaddog arrives. Both hunt rather local, to save themselves for what may be an expedition to nowhere! (Or at least where no mules exist….)
The crew hits the area where Probie, the former “Bloody Bugger” got his first ever ADK mule last year. Three dedicated drivers go out far to attempt to perform the same drive as last year, which it was, almost. Toucher and Leaddog finds beds and feeding all over the place, with tracks leaving the area in the opposite direction…as always. All converge as before, with the only trophy taken was “garbage” by Robba.
I believe we hunted close again, and Pie Whore once again has three mules, just out of his sight run through his watch.
Leaddog and Steven arrives, and both hit the hills. Leaddog takes the Knolls trail, Steven goes the Piney Knob route. Robba joins the two and hits the local hill with nothing. nadda. zilch. zero. The three converge on the forbidden lands below with a few tracks here and there, but not the zig-zag of WTF as seen the next day.
The gang of six (where there was once 12 or more) goes deep into the howling wilderness to hopefully extricate the mega-mule that is scraping the ground to bedrock and rubbing trees so hard that they glow red at night. Yup – red at night… Toucher now in better spirits has the bell, and takes the Polecat for a walk. To Gitchi-gumi and beyond! Rubs, scrapes and other mule related items were found by the crew, but where is he? It looks like there may be more than one mule staking his claim, but it’s staked out well before we get to the roast!
The opposite Bunny-hill is attacked, with Leaddog finally getting to watch in a watch that wasn’t watched since the last time Leaddog watched a mule get spanked! More tracks are seen than ever, beech nuts abound, as the very air is abound with beech nuts as they rain upon the watchers. Not one mule is seen however….What gives?
Week Four begins with the five day extended hunt/physical fitness event.
Leaddog arrives and spend a wonderful day in the lowlands attempting to locate the roaming flock of mules all by himself. Through the Knolls, up to the 10.2 watch, around the Duck Hole then back to camp via the first cable, nothing is found except two large scrapes at the property line where a watch is set until dark. The only thing watched was the sunset…..
Digger arrives, and up the hill both go. To the lands of the mega-beast both go, with scrapes rubs and more seen but no mule. Both hit the Thumb, and stay way late in the day when Digger finds a bleeding rub and a middle fingered hoof print informing the two that “nope, not today” by the mule. Steven is found at a most perfect spot, but nothing perfect showed himself.
A good compliment of Rangers is now on hand, and a hunt somewhat local is set. All crawls, prowls and slithers about with no mules observed on “No-Name”, with the result being DNR – “Do Not Return”! What is going on? How could this much sign have no results? WTF?!
The crew hits yet another favorite area in the pouring rain. Digger goes on watch, and Robba finds a mule on watch just 30 yards from Digger – who was watching who? Said mule takes flight over the top and to elsewhere, where else?!
Hunters are now miners, and the splitting of the “Rock” resumes. I can’t even begin to explain!
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