Author: leaddog

Friday:
Leaddog arrives early to an empty camp, and the beginning of what could be a stellar day in the woods. The FAMHC is open for business, with only one charter member in good standing in attendance. A trek off to the top is in order to assess the presence (or not) of mules in the area of interest. Little sign is seen until spotted within the area of interest from last year, a nice rub is present in the exact area where a multitude of rubs were observed from last year. A watch was set, with nothing appearing in said area. A walk out through Beaver Valley back to camp resulted in nothing but calories being burned.

Saturday:
A crew of eight is assembled, with the Toucher arriving yet again in the dark to attempt to meet with Mr. Monster. As all departs to hunt nowhere near Toucher, he claims that he would like to move later in the day and join the gang. The crew hunts from Camp Knob and Valley towards the School Bus Watch, where Steven pushes a big bodied mule from his watch, which of course ran towards the Meadows where no one was present. All finally meets with the watchers, they cross the creek and a U-turn is performed and all hunts back towards the Painted Marker Trail – where the Toucher is on watch. An interesting development occurs, as the waiting Toucher is once again harassed by the Big Mean ‘ol Bear! How did the Toucher get found, yet again – by his “friend” over a mile away from the usual spot? The crew thinks something is going on between the two, sort of like in the old song “Me and Mrs’ Jones” – were they got a thing,….going on.

“Me and Mrs. Bear,
We got a thing goin’on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now…..”

Sunday:
Waking up to a reported rain event of three to five inches of to take place, the crew leaves early to get out of the woods before they’re stuck there. Next week, boys, next week!!

He’s Back!

Where’s Chip?

Where’s Leaddog?

Saturday:
A crew of eleven gathers the eve prior, in tropical conditions at the Happy Hunting Grounds to begin this years pursuit of mules. The Toucher is already up, dressed for battle, eating toast in the darkness as other Ftroopers hit the pizz-porch. He’s on the trail in “inky blackness of night” (is that still ok to say, lurking PC crowd?) to his watch up high in the amber waves of grain, where he sat on station till almost dusk. Others attempt to get mules moving in the general vicinity thereof, with once again the “Big Mean ‘ol Bear” running right by the motionless (frozen in fear) Toucher. Apparently, the bear and Toucher have something going on, this is a constant replay – how many times will the Big Mean ‘ol Bear harass him? So far, the Big Mean ‘ol Bear has Touchers bullets, a nice warm head sock, and who knows what else? Maybe some snacks are in order……

The gang pushes about ten-thousand six point chipmunks about, with no mules seen. All goes back to camp to feast on mule steaks with all of the usual trimmings.

Sunday:
The crew wakes to another warm day, with an attack on one of the Bunny Hills – which included the Toucher this time! Leaddog is promptly kicked out of his watch, where a five pointer was recently bagged by him, which was now to be occupied by Chip. Those who lurk/troll at this site may see a pattern here – everytime Leaddog bags a buck, he never is allowed to go back to that watch. (which seems to work in Leaddog’s favor, so far three in a row!) The gang climbs and pushes towards the waiting watchers, a mule is seen (heard) by both Polecat and Leaddog which was 30 feet in between them! Up the hill it went to give it’s salutations to the others. A doe walks into Chip early on (who’s occupying a very nice watch), with other mules appearing and disappearing as fast as a plate of “hourse-de-overs” by Spike. Finally, a mule with headgear walks up to Probie….it’s the spikehorn who has his mugshot on record. Incredible restraint is practiced by Probie, this is not the buck he’s looking for, and it very well may be the last buck he ever sees! Next time Probie!

To end, Leaddog has a new watch and will be solo this Friday! 😉

Grillin’ ol’fashions!

Emergency Pie!

Spike JR

Denbamanomic’s in action!

Can you believe it? Only 100 days until we begin the pursuit of happiness! Let’s get some traffic going here on the site and discuss our excitement – or lack thereof!

Saturday?!

Normally, we wouldn’t post anything not related to the gangs pursuit of happiness in the happy hunting grounds here, but in this case we must! “Junior” now joins the ranks of those with the lust for blood, by bagging his very first mule in the southern zone! All I know as told, that it was flat, cold, snowy and in the southern zone! Junior bags a button buck, earns his biology badge by removing said entrails and keeping his lunch!
Congrats junior! He needs a new handle!
Digger – post the pix!

Friday:
The last gathering of the 2016 FAMHC results in Toucher, Leaddog, Steven, Probie and Robba hitting the hills to work some more fat off of the mules. Toucher climbs to his watch in the amber waves of grain to inform the crew that a monster with at least a 20” spread is in the area. All aborts the original plan and now focuses on this new beast that’s apparently present. Robba hunts in the lake area, Leaddog and Steven formulates a plan to hunt around the swamps then back to the awaiting Toucher. A new development occurs, as Toucher announces that this new beast o’ mighty has already been bagged, tagged and dragged – by F-troop! It was the ten pointer from a couple of weeks ago, based on data. Sounds as if the Toucher was getting even from his bout of touchy-tummy, or from mushroom poisoning by Leaddog! Probie arrives, and runs backside round the mountain to the lake. The five now converges and hunts near the lake, pushing out an intruder during the drive. Piewhore arrives by vehicle and waits in anticipation near the lake, but not one mule is seen. All five members now has exclusive rights in the FAMHC, due to the charter that lists “no less than two Fridays of hunting CHU’s to maintain said membership. Piewhore gets a senior discount and now has an honorary position into to esteemed club, until next year!

Saturday:
All hunts the valley, swamp and surrounding hills. Drivers heads out to the stream headwaters, watchers to their posts. Lindy, the red blooded mule killer of last week gets on tracks that may prove to be an antlered mule! The lust for blood now courses through his veins like the syrup laden cholesterol fluid that runs through Spikes! Polecat, Robba, Digger and Steven pushes the hill to the watchers, with no sign of mules whatsoever. Tracks yes, bodies – no. Part two results a push from Piney Knob to the Knolls, where yet again nothing is produced. Robba launches one mule straight right over the top Liz, and possibly into orbit – we’ll have to contact NASA for verification. All meets at the end, and hikes back to camp for a mulefest dinner.

Sunday:
Enough is enough! Spoiled we are, no one wants to hunt today! With three bucks of size now in the larder, why push ourselves?! The crew awakens to coffee, mule sausage and eggs any style, cleans camp and goes home to the honey-do lists! A great season was had by all, with the promise of more mules next year as seen by the gang during the last few weeks – if the warmy-changy thing and brush wolves doesn’t get to them first.

Synopsis:
7, 10, and a 8.5 ptr removed from the gene pool, including one brushwolf. VERY few does observed, brushwolves abound. Fishers and Pine Martins show themselves to the gang. No bears seen, but tracks on the last day of the season. 25 lbs of mushrooms collected and consumed – a banner year!