Leaddog, Steven and Jaws/Pyroman shows up to hunt the last Friday of the season. Since Marsh has been troddened to death by six inches from all of the recent activity, something new was in order. No one has been up-top, so Leaddog decides to do the round the hill hunt. Steven and Pyro hunts up Beaver Valley to the Thumb and eventually meets up with him up top. Scrapes and rubs abound, on rather large trees announcing the beasts presence. All gets excited when Robba joins the crew later in the day, who then informs all that a deer is heading right towards the gang. As usual, the mule turns on the cloaking device and it vanishes before their very eyes. A walk out back to camp with lights was in order.
Finally the crew gets a chance to hunt the backcountry, which due to the last six weeks of chasing “Darren’s Deer”, who then apparently stole and gave to the big mean ol’ bear his coveted “troop in da hood” head warming device. (Somewhere out there is a nicely warm, well armed, big mean ol’ bear.) The classic F-troop pinch didn’t work out as planned, due to the mules having other plans and were not in the area. One last attempt to find such resulted in one flash of brown traveling by the Toucher at Mach speed, as pushed by Leaddog and Chip on the Thumb. All meets up somewhat and heads back to camp under headlamp – as planned.
One last attempt to find mules results in a close to camp hunt. The team splits as usual, drivers start towards their point, watchers heads for theirs. Toucher puts out seven does as usual, but no horns! During the watch climb, one shot is heard from the area of the drive. Polecat forgot his radio and is in a comm blackout! Minutes pass that turns into an hour and finally a call from Robba informs all that a real nice eight pointer was bagged, BY ANOTHER HUNTER NOT FROM F-TROOP! Yup, there in the midst of the gang was a guy dressed in tan and brown, gutting the beast. Deflating whatever spirit that was left in the crew, all heads back to camp hoping the intruder impales himself on the rack as he pulls out the beast by himself…..
More buck sign then ever was seen, with less does being seen than ever.
Leaddog and Chip blasts away at the big mean ol’ bear, Chip needs new under-britches!
Toucher spends an eternity and two days looking for his deer.
Leaddog bags a buck(aka NUBBS), 5ptr 130lbs.
Chip bags his first Adirondack buck, thus cleaning the gene pool of inferiority with a spiker tipping the scales at a whopping 1424 ounces!
Polecat forgets his radio!