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,

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….. 😉

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.

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…..

One Reply to “WEEK SEVEN!”

  1. Anyone even care to notice he took out my 20 year old hemlock. I loved that tree. And he wiped out a nice rock that I was saving for the past 20 years.
    Never again.
    PS I went up this past Sunday to hang 3 rib cages and feed the birds. I all most scraped off the few scraps of meat left on the ribs to feed you dildos next season. We are desperate. Look for road kills. We need a deer. I hunted for 6 days on my friends apple orchard. Missed one. It was not the gun. Could not get another clean shot. Went back to the small clip. To thick, to many dogs barking and I could see houses.. Saw several more but man are they shy now. I should have been sitting and I did for 15 minutes. Once.
    I got my chairs up the mountain by sled. If I had my truck, I could have drove up. Frozen ruts were to deep for the car. Only 3 inches of the white shit in the ruts.
    Keep your eyes out for a road kill.

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