Toucher represents the new FAMHC subcommittee “Pro Thursday” by showing up solo to battle “Beasts O’ Mighty”. Unfortunately, no beasts were battled or even seen. A walk up to his watch and on towards the 10 point watch area results in a good stretching of the legs and mind. Even the big bad mean ol’ bear won’t engage at this point. Polecat shows up, gets camp in order and both meet Leaddog for dinner and to plan the next three days of fun.
Robba joins the crew for Friday fun, and even the Piewhore shows up a bit later to earn his senior citizen discounted maintenance membership in the FAMHC. All hit a local hill, now referred to as “BM and LM”, or the “big one” and the “little one” to confuse any eavesdroppers who may be listening, and reading this post! Bears are once again pushed about, what’s up with these darn bears? They must know that Leaddog won’t (or was told to) not to take any more of these wood-pigs, and that Toucher may have a “thing goin’ on” with said critter. A push is made all the way towards camp, a u-turn is made and all hunt back and to the waiting Pie-whore, who was surprised to have four Rangers appear out of nowhere in an effort to push a mule to him. Piewhore was found sitting under a tree stand that looked like an ATT cell tower…
With a full complement of rangers and good weather on hand, the crew decides to hit the back country in yet another effort to connect with what is now referred to as “Leaddogs Deer”…! Crews disperse from three different directions to confuse the mule of interest, tracks were seen, some old rubs and yup more bear sign. Leaddog creeps into the area of the multitude of rubs, walking against the direction of a lone mule track. This mule was just there, as the snow created the “etch a sketch” condition where all tracks were new, or less than 24 hours old. These tracks went by every rub from last week without the mule hitting one of the rubs…. He’s got other things on his mind! The crew pushes to the AOI, with nothing crossing paths. Another annual visit to the Spilt-Rock camp results in another year being scraped on the surface. All meets and egresses out the escape route – where while merrily walking in single file like the seven dwarfs, the gang stumbles on a deer in the trail who quickly evacuates said area. What does deer laughter sound like..…just ask the crew?!
Welly, welly, well. How ‘bout that! The crew wakes to polar blizzard like conditions, when all thinks it’s time to clean camp and go home it was decided that “we must hunt!”. A quick hit of the Bunny Hill is in order, because that’ll get it done rather quickly, hopefully. Winds blowing 40mph made the treetops sway like….well…like Stosh did! A crew heads around the hill to drive, with four to watch. Steven in his, Digger up top, Piewhore down below guarding the escape route and Chip once again taking over LEADDOGS watch like the OWS crowd taking over Wall St. After much bitching and whining the drive starts – Toucher up top, Leaddog next, Polecat below and Robba playing cleanup down below. Robba declares that he finds sign like-a-hell below, and soon after three shots are heard from the notch, in the vicinity of LEADDOGS watch, where the Chipster was occupying. A radio query was initiated and when asked if it was Digger, a “not me” was the reply. Then, all of a sudden Chip declares that he’s got a hit and “hurry everyone, hurry” to help Chip. What happened? Where did it go? Where do we go? WTF? Then Chip calls out “Brown is Down”….Leaddog payed Chip VERY, VERY nice compliments on his skill and woodsmanship in the bagging of the mule. Something like “you better have missed and “I hope you choke on the meat” I believe was the call! There’s more, but only the Toucher knows! All kidding aside, Chip bags a nice seven pointer chasing a doe, which was only 50 feet from….LEADDOGS watch. Good job Chip – now get ready for adventure like you’ve never seen before, bring extra compasses, clothes and get a second pair of boots, you’re gonna’ need them!
Yup – Thursday! A subcommittee of the FAMHC, bands together to form the new entity: Professional Thursday! Ages ago, the gang would join for a week of hunting during election week. Since this has long since passed, a new club has been chartered. Three arrives early to hunt on the “off day”, Polecat stays at camp to meet the dish TV guys, which incidentally finally worked out, and Toucher and Leaddog hit the woods for adventure. Toucher goes to his watch, then declares that he’s going to Piney Knob later in the day, to meet Leaddog from up high on Liz. Leaddog heads up top, to the area where many rubs were seen last year, and the making of new ones last week. Upon arrival at the AOI, no less than ten rubs were now present, with a large scrape and licking branch as well. While collecting a photo, Leaddog notices that he has cell service way out there….what follows beats the crap out of asking for meatloaf recipes as in the past. The photo is sent to Digger, who’s working 75 miles away. When Digger actually receives the text and replies, Leaddog gets an idea – since plans have now changed on his egress from the back country. The Toucher is awaiting Leaddog’s arrival from Liz, but a new route is considered. How to alert Toucher that plans have changed….IDEA! Leaddog texts Digger, to call camp, to tell Polecat to radio to Toucher that plans have changed. IT WORKS! Toucher is now free to roam the woods! Meanwhile, back in the woods Leaddog pussyfoots less than 100 yards from the rubs following what appears to be fresh mule tracks. While taking 0.5 seconds to look where to place the next few steps, he jumps a very large bodied mule who’s apparently making said tracks. The mule stops behind a small stand of spruce, and with one step from Leaddog it quietly but quickly disappears onto the Thumb. That may have been the beast we’re looking for…..
The FAMHC reconvenes, with now Polecat, Digger and Chip getting the required CHU’s for membership.
All converge on a local hill, in the 30mph winds with below zero windchill, and snow. Polecat kicks two out of beds on the warm side of the hill, with nothing being sent to Toucher. What a miserable day in the woods on the cold sides of the hills it was – but hunt we must! A last push of the Duck Hole results in nothing seen, heard or even could be lied about.
A full compliment of Rangers are present, and off we go up the valley towards the Meadows and back again over Liz. Lots of sign is observed, feeding everywhere. Not one mule is seen, where are they now? Has the multitude of Bears present made the girls jumpy, and creating havoc amongst the crew?
All returns finally to camp, where steaks and adult beverages are consumed.
As always, the Bunny hill is the Sunday target. Robba leaves to do fatherly duties, and all disperse as usual. Leaddog somehow gets shanghaied once again and is now a driver up top, who pushes a doe out between Toucher and himself. Does run into the notch, almost leaving a hoof print on the sitting Digger forehead! Chips sees does as well from LEADDOGS WATCH. Not a bad spot there, eh Chip!?
Part two results in the Toucher/Leaddog wrecking crew pushing mules to the others, with one mule escaping to the right, right to where Piewhore likes to sit sometimes. A big track was left as a reminder who it may have been….Piewhore swears to sit there next time – the same spot where he took a nice buck a few years back! Should-a-would-a-could-of.
The second gathering of the FAMHC results in two gaining the required credits to maintain membership in said esteemed club. Robba and Probie joins Leaddog to hunt in yet another round of pouring rain, which finally stopped after much whining and waiting. The three finally gets out, and hits the local hills, with no results – at all. Up through the Knolls, up to the 10.2 watch, above on Liz and all over the place the three search for any sign of mules. Polecat escapes yet another day in the woods with the men, staying back at camp with his trusty hound Molly to receive a load of fuel for the upcoming snowmosexual season..argh..Back to camp, where a beastloaf is compiled and washed down with beer and consumed by all.
A blitz of Liz is planned by the gang, sans Toucher who is up once again and leaves in the scary darkness of night, manning his watch up high. Persistence, persistence! The crew scrambles up, over, around and even under Liz – with nothing being pushed about. Digger sees his friend “Marty the Martin” once again, and has a conversation with the furball (see the video below). What is Marty trying to convey to Digger? We’ll never know! A push around the Duckhole and a drive down “the mountain on the other side of the Duckhole” 😉 is performed, picking up the frozen Toucher who then drives with all back towards camp. Leaddog gets caught up in the corner ledges of the “little one” 😉 attempting to find out just where the mules exits and finds out they must be using parachutes or hang gliders to do so. Running tracks are followed down, which veers off and the maker of such zips behind the drivers. All clambers into Lindy’s brand spanking new Chevy for a .25 mile ride back up the hill to camp. Another action packed night in camp follows! Note that once again Polecat is not with the men – as he waits for the Dish TV guy to show up – who never did. We can only imagine the conversation held on Monday between Polecat and the Dish TV people……
Triple Lying Doppler radar reports that a green blob is on the horizon and fast approaching, so the gang hunts the very local bunny hill. Chip is allowed to man “LEADDOG’s” other watch, where a rename was attempted by Chip. A reminder to”respect my authorit-a” was conveyed, and “your not worthy” to even be there as well. Chip click play below:
All works the hill with rubs and scrapes observed. Part two results in a very fresh scrape seen, but the maker of such was not. All returns to camp just as the green blob does as well. All leaves the happy hunting grounds, with some of the gang stopping a local swillery for a round of yard-bird wings – it was reported that Polecat had only one-uno-just-1, yup – one single beer…because he had that “look of fear in his eyes”!
Leaddog arrives early to an empty camp, and the beginning of what could be a stellar day in the woods. The FAMHC is open for business, with only one charter member in good standing in attendance. A trek off to the top is in order to assess the presence (or not) of mules in the area of interest. Little sign is seen until spotted within the area of interest from last year, a nice rub is present in the exact area where a multitude of rubs were observed from last year. A watch was set, with nothing appearing in said area. A walk out through Beaver Valley back to camp resulted in nothing but calories being burned.
A crew of eight is assembled, with the Toucher arriving yet again in the dark to attempt to meet with Mr. Monster. As all departs to hunt nowhere near Toucher, he claims that he would like to move later in the day and join the gang. The crew hunts from Camp Knob and Valley towards the School Bus Watch, where Steven pushes a big bodied mule from his watch, which of course ran towards the Meadows where no one was present. All finally meets with the watchers, they cross the creek and a U-turn is performed and all hunts back towards the Painted Marker Trail – where the Toucher is on watch. An interesting development occurs, as the waiting Toucher is once again harassed by the Big Mean ‘ol Bear! How did the Toucher get found, yet again – by his “friend” over a mile away from the usual spot? The crew thinks something is going on between the two, sort of like in the old song “Me and Mrs’ Jones” – were they got a thing,….going on.
“Me and Mrs. Bear,
We got a thing goin’on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now…..”
Waking up to a reported rain event of three to five inches of to take place, the crew leaves early to get out of the woods before they’re stuck there. Next week, boys, next week!!