Friday: An excited crew assembles for the last FAMHC event for this year. Holding true to their promise to hunt some “strange”, the crew indeed does! Returning to the new addition to the 25 square miles of established “privately owned state land” a hunt was soon commenced, which led to yet another snowy day. Venturing into the unknown, new routes were learned, as well as the sighting of “Icicle Al’s” truck in the mix. After a snowy walk, and decorating Al’s vehicle with F-troop memorabilia, a return to familiar surrounds took place. Lots and lots (and lots) of mule tracks abound. It appears they were just as confused as Ftroop……
Saturday: A full compliment of hunters, including senior members that could join as watchers due to the ease of their placement (quack-quack) return to the area of strange mules. Drives were performed, a new vessel was found and commandeered, with part two of the hunt consisting of “to hell with deer, lets find Icicle Al instead” being proclaimed. Two hours later, Digger gets the new “I found Icicle Al” badge! The crew has mules running about, Leaddog actually sees a doe, and it appears that the doe had a friend of four points that, of course…Icicle Al saw….and didn’t bag!
Sunday: A tired, mopy and disgruntled crew awakens and decides to hunt the bunny hill. The usual paths and watches were taken by the men, and the usual paths and escape routes were taken by the mules. The back door was again left open, (see Trailhugger’s encounter a few seasons back) as only the Piewhore was in the vicinity of the leaping bounding mules, one which was in question as to its gender. Chip and Stosh sees does, and polecat saw flags.
Sunday night: Polecat sits in a liquid mess of tears, beer, and SoCo as everyone heads home except him. He had chores to complete before coming down the hill on Monday, as directed by HIS denmama!!! 🙂