Leaddog once again arrives in camp the day prior, Thursday night to get a head start on the next adventure. A strange green glow is seen and is captured in the Northern Sky!
FRIDAY:
A snow covered world is now present, hopefully proving that there are/is indeed mule(s) in the area. Leaddog does another run solo this time, of last weeks Duck Hole hunt; now with much more sign seen! A buck seems to be dogging does, and the Big Bad Bear is laying down more tracks than Spike returning to the endless buffet! A few scrapes are seen as well as more rubs…the crew is informed and a plan is set for Saturday.
SATURDAY:
A good crew of nine are now fighting for space in camp. Robba takes the DIT’s, (now referred to as “The Lads” and “The Hansen Brothers”) to Camp Creek to drive back towards the knolls, Robba has the bell! A secondary “expeditionary crew” is sent afar by vehicle to push back to everyone else, the classic F-Troop pincer move….climbers climb high, Leaddog and Lindy meet at the Barrel and heads towards the gang on the Liz side. More rubs of gargantuan size are seen…it IS here, somewhere. Leaddog sees where a mule came down off of Liz, stopped at his tracks from yesterday and promptly headed back in the direction it came from, UP the hill back on Liz. Just the very sight and smell of his footprints evokes fear! 😉 All converges to Spikes Rock where watchers are found, with the Lads performing their assignment to great satisfaction – they’re learning the woods well so far, lets see what occurs “over the hill” when the time comes!
The Lads are instructed to follow their instructor and spreads out on the trail back to camp and heads towards the property line which was once again done in fine fashion. Meanwhile, Toucher and Polecat plays up in the Notch over the “Little One” where they find a convention of mules! THAT’S where they were today! Toucher actually sees a body or two as they run in the opposite direction thereof, as usual. Leaddog, Digger and Lindy covers the Knolls on exit with nothing seen as well.
SUNDAY:
High winds and snow blowing sideways inhibits once again a decent hunt.

I keep telling you Dildos that these deer love the smell of Spikes home fries. Not he sent block that you seem to believe will cover your stink. Our hash browns are not doing the job.
Your Den Ma Ma
Polecat