WEEK ONE – 2016

Saturday
The gang gathers the night prior for yet another fun filled season of chasing mules across the lands. All awakens to the first round of warmy-changy currently in liquid phase mode and departs for a “close hunt.” Layers of Gore-Tex are donned, and all are dispersed to test this miracle fabric once again. One team is driven by the driver to the end of the objective, with watchers sneaking to their haunts. The Toucher proceeds to his “fields of amber waves of grain”, to commence what may be another waiting game for the certain buck. Leaddog mans his watch where a fine seven pointer was once bagged and dragged, Spike to his watch and the Pie Whore to his watch – which once again was close to the pies! Chip goes to Greenie’s Rock to relive the kill of last year – which weighed in at almost 1552 ounces!

Drivers begin the push, observing two scrapes. Polecat climbs to his starting point, up “the purple mountains majesty” with Robba and Steven start from theirs, and then the liquid phase of warmy-changy turns promptly into the semi-solid phase known as: SNRAIN. Leaves abound, which in conjunction with the SNRAIN makes seeing anything, including any objective that was to be reached by the drivers, now to be a feat of woodsmanship. All finds each other and departs towards the warm dry camp to discuss why they even went out and got all that high dollar space age fabric wet in the first place. No mules were seen or heard laughing at the soaked crew.

On the way out – Polecat sees a few mushrooms and declares we are now mushroom hunters. Steven is briefed on the correct species of said shrooms to find, which he did in 4.2 seconds! A FULL shopping bag of the delicacy was collected, and consumed with Saturday nights mulefeast!

Sunday
The crew wakens to the now snow covered hills with gale force winds. The days hunt is planned and all disperse to their spots in the woods as planned. Drivers and watchers climb high into the snow covered hills, some stay low. Leaddog sees a small doe on the way up the hill, and finds his watch. Steven covers the other side of the hill, with other watchers now in their place as well. Robba spanks a coyote on the way in, and the drive commences. All performs the usual push with no results. Polecat and Digger finds the Leaddog in his watch, and then commences part two of the drive. All works their way towards camp, with Polecat seeing two does. After the prescribed lag, Leaddog climbs straight up the hill and stumbles into a large bodied deer at the top – where the drive just went through just 20 minutes prior. Said deer as always, was traveling in the opposite direction of the drive. The crew arrives at camp, with no antlered mule in their possession.

SPRING HIKE 2016 SCHEDULED!

From the Denmama:

April 30. You all got his email…..Toucher was informed via text.

So far:

Her
Me
Digger
Chip the soon to be Truck Driver – ten-fur!

SIGHTING!

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Flash:

From the shores of the Mohawk River –

After leaving a most wonderful visit with Diggity and Ms. Diggity (no ring yet) yesterday, there was a sighting of the FTrooper once known as “Probie” in the Rexford bridge area. He must have been on his way home from work to pick up and transport “gimmiwants” to yet another event….

It must be mentioned that the sighting was in fact authenticated, as he was driving a minivan, with several school sports team stickers; which displayed a vanity license plate “YES DEAR”…..

Were waiting for the photo to be uploaded!

*****Photo and descripton provided by Probie*****

It wasn’t me that you saw but I did see him.  Handsome guy.  Drivin [sic] some stylin [sic] wheels.  I took a picture and attached it.  He had his Mojo goin [sic] on.

 

Over-

WEEK SEVEN!

 

Friday:
Leaddog, Steven and Jaws/Pyroman shows up to hunt the last Friday of the season. Since Marsh has been troddened to death by six inches from all of the recent activity, something new was in order. No one has been up-top, so Leaddog decides to do the round the hill hunt. Steven and Pyro hunts up Beaver Valley to the Thumb and eventually meets up with him up top. Scrapes and rubs abound, on rather large trees announcing the beasts presence. All gets excited when Robba joins the crew later in the day, who then informs all that a deer is heading right towards the gang. As usual, the mule turns on the cloaking device and it vanishes before their very eyes. A walk out back to camp with lights was in order.

Saturday:
Finally the crew gets a chance to hunt the backcountry, which due to the last six weeks of chasing “Darren’s Deer”, who then apparently stole and gave to the big mean ol’ bear his coveted “troop in da hood” head warming device. (Somewhere out there is a nicely warm, well armed, big mean ol’ bear.) The classic F-troop pinch didn’t work out as planned, due to the mules having other plans and were not in the area. One last attempt to find such resulted in one flash of brown traveling by the Toucher at Mach speed, as pushed by Leaddog and Chip on the Thumb. All meets up somewhat and heads back to camp under headlamp – as planned.

Sunday:
One last attempt to find mules results in a close to camp hunt. The team splits as usual, drivers start towards their point, watchers heads for theirs. Toucher puts out seven does as usual, but no horns! During the watch climb, one shot is heard from the area of the drive. Polecat forgot his radio and is in a comm blackout! Minutes pass that turns into an hour and finally a call from Robba informs all that a real nice eight pointer was bagged, BY ANOTHER HUNTER NOT FROM F-TROOP! Yup, there in the midst of the gang was a guy dressed in tan and brown, gutting the beast. Deflating whatever spirit that was left in the crew, all heads back to camp hoping the intruder impales himself on the rack as he pulls out the beast by himself…..

Season Synopsis:
More buck sign then ever was seen, with less does being seen than ever.

Leaddog and Chip blasts away at the big mean ol’ bear, Chip needs new under-britches!

Toucher spends an eternity and two days looking for his deer.

Leaddog bags a buck(aka NUBBS), 5ptr 130lbs.

Chip bags his first Adirondack buck, thus cleaning the gene pool of inferiority with a spiker tipping the scales at a whopping 1424 ounces!

Polecat forgets his radio!