Leaddog arrives to snowy world best left to the snowmosexuals. Off he goes, local with toasty warm watching clothes on. Probie shows up, and gets in the woods in the general area. Some track is seen here and there, but nowhere are the makers of such. Snow limits the two ranger’s range – keeping the legs for Saturday.
The gang attempts to drive the bunny hill backwards to confuse the mules. We could hear the laughing of said mules below from up on high in the clouds. All gathers at the end for a ceremonial closing mule hot dog roast – which was rather tasty!
Screw it, enough is enough. We hate deer hunting!