Friday:
The first round of the FAMHC is attended by the club’s founder, alone – Which wasn’t a bad thing at all! But what’s this? A tree has come down on cable three, stopping the Leaddog in his tracks! Vowing not to have this ruin his day he climbs over the blockage like the Wallenda’s on a tightrope, a sight to see, but only seen by the local wildlife. Leaddog climbs to the Hilton, and now finds that the device to extricate mules from the backcountry is now MIA. It was there just a few weeks ago, so the big bad bear must have taken it to its den as a souvenir, or perhaps Pierre, Antoinette and BoB made a return visit to climb “the peak”?! We’ll have to scour the surrounds to find it….but back to the story. Leaddog immediately observes a rub in the direction of the hunt, only one hundred feet from the Hilton. Then another, and another and….scrapes, another, another and…..12 rubs and 15 scrapes at the end of the hunt – all within 1/3 mile up top. The mega-mule is back! A banner day in the woods, so much mule sign, but no mules…yet!
Saturday:
Now the core crew, sans Steven is assembled and split to drive, crawl and watch once again as last week. Polecat goes high, and finds mules in the same area as last week. Two mules run down the hill with a “third” just out of site doing what mules do – staying just out of site. Minutes later, Toucher and Leaddog down below here’s blowing just 30 yards out in front. Having a cliff to the right, and the mules not bringing climbing gear they head out in front of the two and a chase of sorts begins, and ends as the leaves are now thicker than salt and pepper poured by Spike on our hors D’oeuvres. The hunt continues, the mules head down further and do what they do best – I’m not going to say it again! The forecasted rain arrives right on time, and stays for the remainder of the weekend.
Sunday:
Rain, fog, clouds – rain. The gang now a construction crew is bushwhacked into needed repairs. The water situation is fixed, and the cable repair crew is dispatched, (no Spike not cable TV). A rifle is brought along to ensure no mules will be seen during the repairs, which of course worked as always! Leaddog watched the surrounds, and hunted the hell out of the general work area, yup – that’s how it really was! All leaves the hill, with two vowing to return next Friday to attempt to slay the mega mule of up-yonder!
