WEEK SEVEN!

Friday:
Toucher and Leaddog has plans. Meeting at the lowland migration route at dawn, both attempt to locate and watch those legendary migration routes all day until beast ‘o mighty makes his appearance. The deep snow limits any movement by anyone…Toucher sits his highway watch from last week, with Leaddog going way-way in to where the vehicles passing by sounds like a breeze in the trees. Robba joins the “Off the Hill and on the Road Gang” and sits as well, the highway is now fully covered! Finally, four does walks by Toucher with a lone mule walking at 100 yds from Leaddog who then turned on its cloaking device – it vanished into thin air! Yet another round of vehicle extrication is in order, and it gets better as the gang arrives. Polecat gets his BFG equipped, although non-American built vehicle up the hill and up to the top lot. Toucher is next, and gets caught in the newly designated “Chevy Trap”! 😉

Toucher throws his gear in Leaddog’s BFG equipped “AMERICAN MADE” truck and gets a ride to the top, where now two BFG equipped vehicles are parked. Lindy shows next and then Spike – both Chevy’s, and non-BFG equipped and gets caught in the new trap! Steve’n arrives, fully BFG equipped but is stalled by Spikes blockage of the route of ingress at the Chevy trap. Steve’n was SO happy…..

Snowmobiles are the preferred and needed mode of transportation,

Saturday:
Snowshoes are required, deployed and used! The gang goes back to the lowlands, straps on snowshoes and all takes off like bloodhounds on the trail of a escaped convict! Perfect conditions for snowshoes exist, were are now free to roam the woods – which we did! Polecat almost gets his Big River badge, and walks five miles. Leaddog on the other side of the road roams about and finds that a peculiar event has occurred. In the spot where the mule turned on it’s cloaking device, a bed is discovered where it bedded down and then walked it’s tracks out from the direction from which it came. Was it a buck, we’ll never know. Fresh tracks are everywhere, but not one mule is seen. This may be it boys, unless it’s a nice day tomorrow…..Steve’n finally gets his BFG equipped vehicle up top with the others including snowmobiles, after the last Chevy is removed from the Chevy block/trap. Photos tell all….. 😉

Sunday:
Waking to pouring rain and a saturated snowpack, yet again all are thoroughly discouraged and disgusted. Routine cleaning of the camp begins, and all depart until the snowmosexual season begins and/or the Spring hike.

Synopsis:
Leaves inhibits good hunting for four weeks.
Rain inhibits hunting every weekend until it turned to snow.
If it wasn’t raining, it was snowing..
If it wasn’t snowing it was raining…
If it wasn’t raining or snowing, the wind was blowing….
Constant repairs to camp and appurtenant structures were made.
Vehicles(most) required human intervention in one form or another.
Robba snowblows the driveway and lots more than once..
Deployed devices caught many desired mules for the record, none were actually seen..
We got to snowshoe, hunt and snowmobile in one day!
New mystical lands were trodden..
The FedEx truck was stalked!
BFG’s are field tested and Ftroop approved!
The formation of the “Over the Bank Gang”….
A great six day Alaskan adventure was attempted, but not achieved…FA!
Most received the new Snowshoe Badge
Piewhore washed most, if not all of the dishes.
Leaddog gets stumped again early on up top…..
The Hilton is “winterized” now sporting special seating….
Generators and coleman lanterns were used.
Steve’n gets a brand new GPS!
I may add more…..

WEEK SIX!

Just post some pictures and I’ll write a response……where does one begin?!

Friday:
Leaddog and Steve’n arrives at an icy cold camp, -11 degrees. A beautiful sunny day is on the menu, with temperatures actually rising above zero. Warmy-changy residue is still present, with an additional topping deposited just for good luck. As luck has it, there was no luck at all….both slog into local watches where yet another wait ensues. The crew decide that a hunt off the hill may be in order.

Saturday: “Highway through hell, as well as a walk through hell”
The gang unanimously votes on hunting off the hill, down where all the mules are supposed to be migrating towards better wintering grounds. The gang loads up, with four in one vehicle and the remainder in the other (both Chevy’s). The Toucher is in command of vehicle #1, and Robba in #2….what occurs next will be engraved in Leaddog’s memory for some time to come. As Toucher backs down from the upper lot, with Leaddog and Digger in the back seat, the Toucher’s touch-mobile decides it doesn’t want to leave the hill. As a matter of fact, it almost went OVER the hill! The icy grips of warmy-changy grabs his non-BFG tires and like a train switching tracks, the ride from hell commences! Over the bank it goes, with Leaddog on the downhill side looking at what may be the last thing he sees, a creek, trees and rocks on the left – and Digger on the right! Thankfully, a rock the size of Gibraltar (which we didn’t know about existed until during extrication of said vehicle) kept it from a full roll over, or worse. Exiting likes rats on a sinking ship, all now known as the “Over the Bank Gang” escapes possible doom! 😉

Comealongs, cables and chains, (sounds like a country song, no?) are deployed with physics as well! Just like the TV show, “Highway through Hell” the gang retrieves the Touch-mobile from its precarious position and all is back on for the hunt! THAT should have been an omen of what’s to come next…..

Off the hill, drivers are dropped off at a spot never hunted by the gang. Watchers go low, to watches where traffic was the only thing observed. Meanwhile, 1.7 miles away the drive begins, in knee deep snow after a 0.8 mile walk just to get to the starting point. Tracks abound, old and new – they’re here! NOT! Leaddog has so much phun, getting caught in spruce swamps over and over until it’s realized that at 4:15pm, with still 0.42 miles to go – Polecat is nowhere in sight. Finally it was announced that Polecat is in someones tracks – Leaddogs! It was conveyed that it probably wasn’t a good idea to follow said tracks – but we’re talking about the Polecat here….Darkness ensues as time flies, finally Polecat catches up with Leaddog – who apparently had the bell handed over to him – and a slog out to the beaconed watchline is completed. To the pavement at dark-30 the gang is picked up and brought back to camp.

Sunday:
After the phun of the last two days, all goes the hell home without hesitation!

WEEK FIVE!

Friday:
FA, FA, FA!! We can’t even get into camp due to excessive warmy-changy residue. Polecat is dead in his tracks halfway to the camp lot with his high-dollar-foreign-supposedly-supoda-to-go-anywhere-in-the-snow-with-“cityot-tires”-vehicle. Once the metal roadblock is cleared, Leaddog “walks” his American-made-yes-it-does-go-anywhere-in-the-snow-truck-with-“non-cityot”-tires right up the hill, with Robba’s snowblower. Robba brings his American made truck up as well, and clears the lot of the warmy-changy residue so that the remainder of the crew can park in fine fashion without difficulty. This was accomplished after several hours warmy-changy residue removal at their prospective abodes back in the flatland. Darkness ensues, as does the mood of the gang. FA, FA, FA!

Saturday:
After yet another camp mechanical issue is addressed and repaired – water – the persistent events of residue placement hamper the gang still. Up to 20″ in spots, more in others slows the gang down and keeps them local. Tracks are seen! Beds are seen! Rubs with fresh scrapings are seen! The makers of such are not however, but at least we know they’re still on the hill. A tired and demoralized crew, now with Dr. Pork in tow trudges back to camp to whine about the events of the last few weeks. At least a good dinner was had, mule based. FA-FA-FA-FA-FA-FA…….

Sunday:
FA!