Author: 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!

Lindy scores!

Butchering the Beasts

“Is this the Notch?!”

Lindy bags nice eight pointer “In the Notch” – actually 8.5! Details to follow – Digger, post the pix!

Friday:
Four members of the FAMHC (in very good standing) arrives to conditions that can only be described as how a clam must feel being submersed in 1000’ of water. The 12” snowpack has been reduced to 4 to 6” of warmy-changy, with fog and drizzle ever present. The three targets the area of concern (AOC) from the last two weeks to confirm if the beast o’ mighty is still killing trees and digging trenches to China. Leaddog takes the familiar route to the AOC, Robba and Steven heading up from the Duck Hole area. Upon entering the AOC, Leaddog and Robba observes yet again more activity from the beast of the last two weeks, but with little time left to attempt to find him. Steven gets out to the top of the Thumb, with no sighting of said mule. Lindy arrives and stays low on guard – thus placing himself in the upper echelon of those members, who are in very good standing of the FAMHC.

Saturday:
A small crew of seven rangers is now present, and a hunt of the old days is in order. A push from the Knolls to Camp Knob is set, with the Pie Whore at the back door on guard duty. Polecat goes high, as always and encounters a mule that appears to be leading him to places not planned. All continues on in an effort to find the beast, but the wind was not in the gangs favor – which led Polecat off the grid, thus creating yet another “who had the bell?” situation. Robba had the bell, and admitted that he had lost his charge! The mule escapes in a northerly direction, into the wind perhaps all the way to the diminishing ice pack in the Arctic Ocean, where all of the polar bears are supposedly drowning. A return on the other side of the creek was accomplished, pushing mules all about, some crossing the creek with others doing what they do best – disappearing into thin air!

Sunday:
As always, the “bunny hill” is set for exploitation. With only six to perform the hunt, and the seventh on guard duty down low, all starts as usual. Leaddog climbs to his watch, Lindy up top in the notch and Steven in his favorite place. Three drivers performs the task of many, and before any of the three watchers gets actually settled, three shots are fired from the area occupied by Lindy. Leaddog only 100 yards away waits to throw a rock at any mule attempting to escape, in an effort to turn it back to a shooter. No rock was required however, as over the air Lindy states excitedly that “Brown is Down”! The gang scrambles to the Notch, where Lindy was found grinning like the Grinch was seen in the Christmas special!

A nice eight pointer (with a ninth almost point) is down, which is Lindy’s first well deserved deer ever! We’ll call it an 8.5 pointer….

On yet another note: It has been observed that the last six bucks taken by the crew had quite an anomaly present. It appears that during those hunts, a certain member of F-Troop and a member not in good standing of the FAMHC at this time (no, Probie not you – that’s a whole different story) has not been present during those kills. What gives?

White Tines Decline Theory in action! -MEOW