F-Troop Est. 1968

Friday:
Leaddog shows up solo once again to sit in the rubbed and scraped area at Billy’s Watch. Nothing seems to be refreshed, some new attempts at scrapes or feeding is seen. After a few hours the weather demons begins their attempts to demoralize the solo hunter. Wind and drizzle makes conditions a bit miserable to sit longer so a still hunt back is in order.

Side note – on the ingress Leaddog picks up transmissions from intruders….it seems (to them) they’ve found Utopia! After determining their basic location based on their back and forth chatter it’s apparent they’re only a few hundred yards or closer at one point, with verification of exact position at one point! The chatter is as follows:
Them:
“This is a really cool spot! This flat is nice! I see some buck shit, a plug of it, I see you. I smell an animal here….Come over here and we’ll have lunch”

Leaddog to himself, but refraining to say over the radio to them:
You smell an animal, and you see your friend? He probably farted…
Buck shit? Take a bite of it, if it tastes like cock it’s a buck, you’ll know!

Leaddog takes position on a log to figure out whats going on…then performs some psyops…Getting on the radio to absolutely no one….since not one of the gang is present:
“Polecat there’s a big bear heading to you”
“Is Lindy on watch yet?”
“Everyone set?”

Them:
“Look at the area by the swale, it’s all beaten down”

Leaddog to himself (They hit Bernie’s Mystery Trail, good luck!)

Them:
“I’m going to look for a place to cross”
“I found a “wire”…it looks like it’s there to help cross the creek on the rocks”
“It looks very military like….”
Leaddog to himself (They found Bernie’s Mystery Cable, or whats left of it)…..(military like??!!)
Leaddog to Them:
“WE PUT THAT CABLE THERE”!
At that very moment, Polecat apparently arrives at camp and of course gets on the radio asking the usual “are there any dildos out there?” After some chatter it was conveyed to Polecat the situation, and it looks as if the intruders got the message and left the area, no sign of them crossing the creek was seen. Good! Now don’t come back!

Back to the hunt…
Slowly making his way back to camp, a short side trip just above Cable Three resulted in a brand new rub, just in sight of the cable! Something IS indeed here! YAY!

Saturday:
The crew decides to push from Billy’s Watch UP to Camp Valley….all two watchers are in place, and three drivers starts their routes. Leaddog is directed to hit the School Bus(SB) watch, Toucher in between and Polecat heading to Old Forge to begin. The SB is on all GPS’rs, so it should be easy? Right? Nope…..apparently each driver has his own unique waypoint listed as SB, which are nowhere near each other! Toucher crosses Polecat, Polecat crosses Toucher, and Leaddog has no clue what the other two are doing! Finally all finds Camp Valley and the two Steve’s on watch, slightly chilled to perfection. A run once again to the barren wastelands of Piney Knob is done, with the usual results.

Sunday:
The Bunny Hill is hit again, and much sign is seen! Beds by Robba, rubs and scrapes by both Toucher and Leaddog. The drive starts towards The Notch, and Robba kicks out two does which runs towards The Notch, hopefully to Steven! Upon arrival of the drivers at the Notch, (IS THIS THE NOTCH?…..) they seem to have vanished. Part two is now in order, with the Polecat on watch down below by the Hobbit Hut area. Leaddog and Toucher up top now finds scrapes that weren’t there last week, with running tracks heading towards Polecat. We have something moving, and it’s leaping 30′ at a jump! Down the mountain the two pushes the mule, which of course circumvented the waiting Polecat on watch. This may have been what we’re looking for!

Next week is the Alaskan Adventure Week, which apparently no one wants to venture. Leaddog may go solo, as there’s not two feet of snow prohibiting him from leaving the camp, like last year! Somebody’s got to do it……

Now for some photos…..

Saturday:
The gang (or whats left) assembles on the opener to once again lose weight, get in shape and chase mules across the lands! A push of Piney Knob from the Camp Creek Trail is performed, with little sign observed. Leaves are all down, so no complaining about views, underbrush, yada yada yada! A continued push to the first cable results in…..nothing!

Sunday: Over to the “western” starting grounds, the drivers are dispatched and a run of that portion of the woods confirms that no living creature wants to reveal itself….lots of scrapes noticed by Leaddog at the 360 watch, but the makers of such are not playing with the crew, yet!

WEEK TWO!
Friday:
Leaddog arrives to solo the woods and perform a recon of last week to verify conditions. Verification results in what was seen last week in the Piney Knob area. A scoot to the Duck Hole showed some sign but not much. They ARE here but still may be in summer mode? Another trek to the first cable has the same results.

Saturday: Now with the limited gang, a drive of No Name is performed. The watchers are sent down Billy’s Watch to prescribed watches, and the drive commences. Rubs and scrapes are now numerous everywhere, at least something is alive but where is it?! The drive is completed with no results, so now a return is in order on the “other” side. All converges to the Knolls and exits the woods muleless.

Sunday:
The Bunny Hill is hit, the usual Sunday hunt. Scrapes and rubs are seen, and hopes are high! Two does are pushed right under the nose of Lindy, on watch in the notch. Nothing follows as hoped. The second hill is attacked back to camp with nothing seen…again except for an interloper that came out of nowhere dressed in green. Hopefully Week Three will be better…….

A successful work weekend accomplished! Trails cleared, wood split and stacked, 100′ tall trees hung up and finally downed! Still missing the third guy who was supposed to go up top…..
Additional information to be added after photos are received.

Friday:

Leaddog arrives Thursday night to get an early start for the Friday recon. Heading up the Yellow trail spending time in the watches, a decision is made to hit the Duck Hole fringes to see if anything is present. Rain is forcasted to arrive after five, which arrived five minutes after reaching the Duck Hole. Jake gets in the woods late, but still in time to maintain membership in the FAMHC. Not one tail is seen, a scrape here and there is present, however as usual the makers of such are not. Rain pushes the two out of the woods….

Saturday:

With a crew of eight, the gang decides to push to the west to well placed watchers delivered by vehicles. Drivers drive to the watch line, with again no results. Tracks abound, a few scrapes in the usual places – they’re here but where? Probably the on the “shelf”…..

Sunday:

In order to confuse the mules, a reverse drive of one of the local Bunny Hills is performed. Polecat hunts to Lindy all by himself on watch in the notch, with the rest of the gang waiting low. During this event, Junior, the premier Bear and Coyote hunter – pushes a doe right to the now almost healed Toucher, which ended up in his lap! Where is the proverbial “trailing buck”? Probably on the shelf!!!

Next week – it looks as if a backcountry hunt may be in order to satisfy the yearning needs of the Polecat. Robba is crafting a stretcher/litter to carry out the Polecat as we speak! We could just bring a shovel……..

This is the time where the men assemble for a long week of hunting, which was once known as “Professionals Week”, but since this is the closest we’ll ever get to Alaska……

Wednesday:
Leaddog, Digger and Probie arrives to camp and ready themselves for the next day’s hunt. Upon awakening, the trio finds the first installment of “warmy-chnagy” well under way.

Thursday:
Snow, freezing rain and ice engulfs the area, limiting the crew to local haunts. Ice forming on the trees and the ground inhibits the three from any attempts to sneak up on any amorous mules. Leaddog mans the lower and later the upper watch on the Knolls trail, with Probie and Digger roaming about looking for anything other than ice. A few tracks here and probably there, are seen but most likely the mules are holding tight waiting it out for better weather. Polecat arrives and cleans up the road for the next wave of arriving dildos. All returns to camp, thoroughly soaked where Gore-Tex that was not in use. Let’s see what occurs the next day…

Friday:
Steven and Toucher arrives and now six are present for “normal” routine mountain abuse. Leaddog and Probie climbs into the clouds on Liz, with watchers are deployed throughout the area. Finally, Leaddog hunts through the top which was infested with mules and the Big Bad ‘ol Bear as observed by the presence of many tracks. Beechnuts abound, somewhat sporadically but when they do they feed like Spike….we’ll leave the rest of that to your imagination! Scrapes, and rubs are located with no makers of such seen. All returns to camp unscathed and muleless, two days left!

Saturday:
Now with a full compliment of eight Rangers, the crew heads in the general area where Junior ruined the aspirations of the rest of the gang last week….Digger and Lindy pushes the Meadows, Leaddog in Camp Valley, others down below and Robba and Junior ranging to the Hilton via Hooter Ridge. Food is everywhere once again up top, but now hindered by crunchy ice in the shady and high areas our presence is known to all creatures large and small. The two Up-Toppers turns back and out of “nowhere” a lone doe runs right by Leaddog, down towards the Meadows. All turns attention to the Toucher (temporary known as Hobbles) and performs a drive down below to the Cathedral Trees where the Toucher awaits. Upon converging on him, all notice that there are many scrapes all around the Toucher…..looks like the mules are playing “Ring Around the Toucher!”

Sunday: “Are you f@!*^G kidding me?!”
An exhausted but determined crew performs the usual local Sunday Bunny Hunt. Watchers consists of Digger, Leaddog and Steven and Hobbles in the Escape Route. Drivers performs their usual routes, but after the following scenario:

As Leaddog and Steven starts to their assigned watches Steven announces that he just ran into the “Park Pet Mule” which is a unique tall horned four pointer. Note that this mule has been declared off limits by Polecat, with a camera photo for all to see and compare if encountered. Steven declares that the mule is heading straight for Leaddog, which moments later seemed to have occurred. Now somewhat biased on the fact that a pet mules is approaching Leaddog’s guard is somewhat down….as the mule approaches a “point count” and “morphological recognition” is performed and something is not quite right!

This mule seems to have a wide spread, with dark antlers and brow tines, this is NOT the Park Pet! Still wary of shooting the Park Pet many nanoseconds go by with no shot being taken – the mule hears the Leaddog then snorts and applies afterburners. You can probably figure out the rest of the story!

It. was. not. the. Park. Pet! This looked to be big six or nice eight pointer!

All continues on, drives completed and the/that mule is safe once again!

Leaddog swears to kill the Park Pet by shooting it when leaving if seen, dragging it out to Rt 8 and running it over several time until flat as a pancake, then scraping its remains off the road with a rusty shovel and then tossing it in the ditch, possibly setting it on fire!