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WEEK SEVEN – WRAP UP!
Friday
Arriving to yet another installment of climate change, the crew warms up camp and heads off to the local hills of last weeks interest. Polecat and Hobbit tends to camp chores that must be addressed which leads them off the mountain to the flatlands.
In an effort to locate mules, a small drive is performed with no results. Jumping over the creek to the camp side, the crew finds tracks and beds. And beds and tracks and beds and tracks….
At the last moment, a lone doe is pushed to Robba by Steven, which was not suppoda happen – Steven was a watcher! There must be a buck in the mix somewhere?!
Polecat and Hobbit returns to camp with duties well dispatched, as well as being quite “dispatched” themselves.
Saturday
The now well assembled crew (except for Probie) assaults the same hill as the day prior. Tracks abound, beds, rubs, and all the rest of the stuff of deer hunting now being observed. The drivers delivers as promised, “Toucher’s dates” down the hill to the watch line. Chip relives his first-buck-miss-I-can’t-believe-it nightmare of last week as a doe walks right up to him.
More than one deer is around, three confirmed flattops with a fourth mystery mule which evades the gang before being viewed. All performs their assigned routes as planned, but Chip now having been bit to the bone decides to play Bungalow Jim and dogs the evading mules. One lone mule sneaks through Trailhugger and Spike, who were only yards apart. Upon return to camp, Chip informs the crew that the entire parade of mules went ’round the mountain and right back up into the notch, walking right under Leaddog’s watch which was abandoned a mere half hour before, even after staying put after drive two was initiated. Should-a would-a could-a……..
Sunday
The crew awakens to the now icy world of continued climate change. Rain, snow, and sleet from the night before congealed into a ice laden wonderland, preventing a hunt that would be of any benefit. Since it would make no sense in running the fat off the mules due to noise, all agrees that enough is enough. Robba and Leaddog cooks a nice breakfast of blueberry pancakes and eggs, which both had none of! (at least the pancakes anyway)
Probie is now placed on eternal ever lasting probation, due to his no-show. Fines will be assessed, and collected. A one thousand word essay entitled “Why I want to be a real hunter, and why is my head still healing from the rolling pin that my wife used on me” must be submitted before next year. Maybe Chip could be his sponsor?!
WEEK SIX!
Friday
A strong crew arrives after Holiday festivities to once again to hunt for mules. A repeat of last weeks weather results in local hunts, where as usual nothing was seen. A up and back valley hunt of the stream was performed, but no mules wanted to play. A few tracks were observed, but their makers were not.
Chip applies for membership in the esteemed FAMHC, but he didn’t submit his 100 word or less essay and didn’t have a sponsor. In an effort to satisfy the rigid standards, he shovels the parking area, and promptly parks in Tobias’s spot. Limited membership was granted – based on next years mandatory attendance requirements. Toucher finally shows up and earns his CHU’s, and he retains his membership in said esteemed club.
Saturday
A push of Marsh was accomplished, and not one mule was seen. Tracks however are starting to appear and gets the crew excited, which was promptly extinguished on the next hunt. A “15 minute hunt” turns into a lot longer hunt based on a small “hump” in the middle of the drive. Since no one brought pitons and climbing rope, Polecat had to circumnavigate said hump – which led him to “places beyond”. Toucher waits, and was “given the bell” once again.
Sunday
What should have been done in the last two days was finally attempted. The other local bunny hill was assaulted, with mules being encountered – finally. Toucher’s dates said hello, and goodbye. Somehow in between all of the ruckess up top, a rather large tracked mule escapes once again. Since these mules apparently have been trained, the crew decides to mix it up next week and do the hunt in reverse.
Let’s see what happens!
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