Author: leaddog

Thursday:
Yup – Thursday! A subcommittee of the FAMHC, bands together to form the new entity: Professional Thursday! Ages ago, the gang would join for a week of hunting during election week. Since this has long since passed, a new club has been chartered. Three arrives early to hunt on the “off day”, Polecat stays at camp to meet the dish TV guys, which incidentally finally worked out, and Toucher and Leaddog hit the woods for adventure. Toucher goes to his watch, then declares that he’s going to Piney Knob later in the day, to meet Leaddog from up high on Liz. Leaddog heads up top, to the area where many rubs were seen last year, and the making of new ones last week. Upon arrival at the AOI, no less than ten rubs were now present, with a large scrape and licking branch as well. While collecting a photo, Leaddog notices that he has cell service way out there….what follows beats the crap out of asking for meatloaf recipes as in the past. The photo is sent to Digger, who’s working 75 miles away. When Digger actually receives the text and replies, Leaddog gets an idea – since plans have now changed on his egress from the back country. The Toucher is awaiting Leaddog’s arrival from Liz, but a new route is considered. How to alert Toucher that plans have changed….IDEA! Leaddog texts Digger, to call camp, to tell Polecat to radio to Toucher that plans have changed. IT WORKS! Toucher is now free to roam the woods! Meanwhile, back in the woods Leaddog pussyfoots less than 100 yards from the rubs following what appears to be fresh mule tracks. While taking 0.5 seconds to look where to place the next few steps, he jumps a very large bodied mule who’s apparently making said tracks. The mule stops behind a small stand of spruce, and with one step from Leaddog it quietly but quickly disappears onto the Thumb. That may have been the beast we’re looking for…..

Friday:
The FAMHC reconvenes, with now Polecat, Digger and Chip getting the required CHU’s for membership.
All converge on a local hill, in the 30mph winds with below zero windchill, and snow. Polecat kicks two out of beds on the warm side of the hill, with nothing being sent to Toucher. What a miserable day in the woods on the cold sides of the hills it was – but hunt we must! A last push of the Duck Hole results in nothing seen, heard or even could be lied about.

Saturday:
A full compliment of Rangers are present, and off we go up the valley towards the Meadows and back again over Liz. Lots of sign is observed, feeding everywhere. Not one mule is seen, where are they now? Has the multitude of Bears present made the girls jumpy, and creating havoc amongst the crew?
All returns finally to camp, where steaks and adult beverages are consumed.

Sunday:
As always, the Bunny hill is the Sunday target. Robba leaves to do fatherly duties, and all disperse as usual. Leaddog somehow gets shanghaied once again and is now a driver up top, who pushes a doe out between Toucher and himself. Does run into the notch, almost leaving a hoof print on the sitting Digger forehead! Chips sees does as well from LEADDOGS WATCH. Not a bad spot there, eh Chip!?
Part two results in the Toucher/Leaddog wrecking crew pushing mules to the others, with one mule escaping to the right, right to where Piewhore likes to sit sometimes. A big track was left as a reminder who it may have been….Piewhore swears to sit there next time – the same spot where he took a nice buck a few years back! Should-a-would-a-could-of.

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!