This is the time where the men assemble for a long week of hunting, which was once known as “Professionals Week”, but since this is the closest we’ll ever get to Alaska……

Leaddog, Digger and Probie arrives to camp and ready themselves for the next day’s hunt. Upon awakening, the trio finds the first installment of “warmy-chnagy” well under way.

Snow, freezing rain and ice engulfs the area, limiting the crew to local haunts. Ice forming on the trees and the ground inhibits the three from any attempts to sneak up on any amorous mules. Leaddog mans the lower and later the upper watch on the Knolls trail, with Probie and Digger roaming about looking for anything other than ice. A few tracks here and probably there, are seen but most likely the mules are holding tight waiting it out for better weather. Polecat arrives and cleans up the road for the next wave of arriving dildos. All returns to camp, thoroughly soaked where Gore-Tex that was not in use. Let’s see what occurs the next day…

Steven and Toucher arrives and now six are present for “normal” routine mountain abuse. Leaddog and Probie climbs into the clouds on Liz, with watchers are deployed throughout the area. Finally, Leaddog hunts through the top which was infested with mules and the Big Bad ‘ol Bear as observed by the presence of many tracks. Beechnuts abound, somewhat sporadically but when they do they feed like Spike….we’ll leave the rest of that to your imagination! Scrapes, and rubs are located with no makers of such seen. All returns to camp unscathed and muleless, two days left!

Now with a full compliment of eight Rangers, the crew heads in the general area where Junior ruined the aspirations of the rest of the gang last week….Digger and Lindy pushes the Meadows, Leaddog in Camp Valley, others down below and Robba and Junior ranging to the Hilton via Hooter Ridge. Food is everywhere once again up top, but now hindered by crunchy ice in the shady and high areas our presence is known to all creatures large and small. The two Up-Toppers turns back and out of “nowhere” a lone doe runs right by Leaddog, down towards the Meadows. All turns attention to the Toucher (temporary known as Hobbles) and performs a drive down below to the Cathedral Trees where the Toucher awaits. Upon converging on him, all notice that there are many scrapes all around the Toucher…..looks like the mules are playing “Ring Around the Toucher!”

Sunday: “Are you f@!*^G kidding me?!”
An exhausted but determined crew performs the usual local Sunday Bunny Hunt. Watchers consists of Digger, Leaddog and Steven and Hobbles in the Escape Route. Drivers performs their usual routes, but after the following scenario:

As Leaddog and Steven starts to their assigned watches Steven announces that he just ran into the “Park Pet Mule” which is a unique tall horned four pointer. Note that this mule has been declared off limits by Polecat, with a camera photo for all to see and compare if encountered. Steven declares that the mule is heading straight for Leaddog, which moments later seemed to have occurred. Now somewhat biased on the fact that a pet mules is approaching Leaddog’s guard is somewhat down….as the mule approaches a “point count” and “morphological recognition” is performed and something is not quite right!

This mule seems to have a wide spread, with dark antlers and brow tines, this is NOT the Park Pet! Still wary of shooting the Park Pet many nanoseconds go by with no shot being taken – the mule hears the Leaddog then snorts and applies afterburners. You can probably figure out the rest of the story!

It. was. not. the. Park. Pet! This looked to be big six or nice eight pointer!

All continues on, drives completed and the/that mule is safe once again!

Leaddog swears to kill the Park Pet by shooting it when leaving if seen, dragging it out to Rt 8 and running it over several time until flat as a pancake, then scraping its remains off the road with a rusty shovel and then tossing it in the ditch, possibly setting it on fire!

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