Author: leaddog

Only 81 days left till the opener!

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!

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-

See ya in da fall Toucher!

Hooter Ponds

F-Troop at Hooter Hilton ruins

Gitchy-Gummi

Justin and Lindy earn Split Rock badge

Robba ponders why the heck we came here today!

Leaddog barely makes it across

New ornaments for the christmas tree in the clearing.

F-Troop @ the christmas tree

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!

F-Troop with Chip’s Spike Horn 1424 ounces

Chip with his first buck.

Friday:
The FAMHC once again gathers to figure out where the beast of Toucher’s dreams is hiding. Toucher, was in the woods and most likely on his watch before any of the members of the esteemed club even showed up, still waited for the beast to make his presence. The gang all zeroed in on the Toucher, with not one tail being observed. Where is this mule hiding?! With eyes now all present, a watch is in order for most. Leaddog and Polecat relocates Trailhuggers old watch, with Chip sitting at the vicinity of Greenie’s Rock. Everyone else was waiting patiently when a shot is heard from the notch area. A quick response from Chip declares that “Brown is down”! Hearts stop as all waited for a report, and a small earthquake occurred and was felt by the gang – which turned out to be the Toucher, who was jumping up and down in rage because of what could have been his mule that was bagged by Chip! Fortunately that was not the case, as Chip’s mule was a huge, monster, giant….spike! Tipping the scales at almost 87 lbs, with five pounds of prime backstrap missing, the Chipster finally puts one on the walls! Yay Chip!

Leaddog and Toucher stays in the woods till dark, walking out with lamps. A fine celebration of Chips first buck was in order, not that the gang needed an excuse! 😉

Saturday:
A return to the hill in question results in not one mule being located. Scouring the mountain in the previous weeks appears to have changed the habits of the beast in question. Much sign is observed, but no maker of such is located. A subsequent drive of the other side of the creek results in a jumped mule up top by Polecat, and Digger seeing two as well. The mules seemed to have relocated operations based on the Toucher’s persistent quest on hill number one. Meanwhile the backcountry is still on hold till next week.

Sunday:
The mule has now been “rearranged” to eating sized portions by the crew. Toucher now heads back to the hill, not to look for his beast, but to find a lost item. Three other join the hunt, with everyone else vacating camp! What was seen (or not) will have to be reported by those who stayed.