WEEK ONE!

Saturday:

An energized crew arrives at the Sacred Hunting Grounds the night prior to discuss the next days adventure. After a awesome meal of grilled sausages and mac n’ cheese, plus of course the consumption of a few adult beverages, plans were set for the opener. A push to watches below the Meadows resulted in a glorious day observing the very dense and still green and yellow foliage. Obviously the warmy-changy thing has convinced all of the trees to hold on to their leaves for now. Not to have .01% visibility conditions hamper the gangs plans, all performs their assignments as directed. Part two of the day led the gang to the other side of the creek and a push back to camp was accomplished, with not one mule being seen.

Sunday:

Waking up to monsoon conditions, the crew decides to hunt “local”, which in reality isn’t. All donning what was once dry gear, which is suppoda keep them dry – the crew heads to the hills to thoroughly test said gear. Most succeed in their quest to stay dry, and some gets soaked. not one mule is seen until the very end of the drive, where Digger trips over a bedded mule which disappeared quicker than the couch when Spike arrives to camp.

Everyone seems to have found their stuff as left the season prior, and brings it all home wet.

Next week, the first Friday hunt – and for those in the esteemed FAMHC, the earning of the CHU’s to maintain membership.

OPENING DAY!

Well boys, it’s almost here!

Time to chase the fat off of the Mules once again , as well from ourselves!

Who will attend the opener? What’s for dinner? Where will the first hunt be?

Will Chip remember his key to the trigger lock?

All this and more on the next season of 2015 “Troop in da’ wood”

Comments are appreciated…..

WORK WEEKEND 2015!

Leaddog is training hard for the upcoming 2015 season. Here he is practicing yoga F-Troop style!
Leaddog is training hard for the upcoming 2015 season. Here he is practicing yoga F-Troop style!

Ok Boys,

Here we go again! Yet another year has passed and it’s time to ready the installation for mule related adventures, which will be here quicker than a progressive socialist liberal placing a Bernie Sanders bumper sticker over the O-bomba sticker on a Prius!

What will be the assignments this year? Two teams to recon the backcountry, including the rescue team?

Low cost, subsidized organic-free-range firewood sales to the general public?

Woodlot clearing so we can see Marsh again and receive the TV signals better from the flatland?

Rebuild the shitter, including more space for storage?

Any more ideas?

WEEK SEVEN – WRAP UP!

F-Troop 2014
F-Troop 2014

Friday

Arriving to yet another installment of climate change, the crew warms up camp and heads off to the local hills of last weeks interest. Polecat and Hobbit tends to camp chores that must be addressed which leads them off the mountain to the flatlands.

In an effort to locate mules, a small drive is performed with no results. Jumping over the creek to the camp side, the crew finds tracks and beds. And beds and tracks and beds and tracks….

At the last moment, a lone doe is pushed to Robba by Steven, which was not suppoda happen – Steven was a watcher! There must be a buck in the mix somewhere?!

Polecat and Hobbit returns to camp with duties well dispatched, as well as being quite “dispatched” themselves.

Saturday

The now well assembled crew (except for Probie) assaults the same hill as the day prior. Tracks abound, beds, rubs, and all the rest of the stuff of deer hunting now being observed. The drivers delivers as promised, “Toucher’s dates” down the hill to the watch line. Chip relives his first-buck-miss-I-can’t-believe-it nightmare of last week as a doe walks right up to him.

More than one deer is around, three confirmed flattops with a fourth mystery mule which evades the gang before being viewed. All performs their assigned routes as planned, but Chip now having been bit to the bone decides to play Bungalow Jim and dogs the evading mules. One lone mule sneaks through Trailhugger and Spike, who were only yards apart. Upon return to camp, Chip informs the crew that the entire parade of mules went ’round the mountain and right back up into the notch, walking right under Leaddog’s watch which was abandoned a mere half hour before, even after staying put after drive two was initiated. Should-a would-a could-a……..

Sunday

The crew awakens to the now icy world of continued climate change. Rain, snow, and sleet from the night before congealed into a ice laden wonderland, preventing a hunt that would be of any benefit. Since it would make no sense in running the fat off the mules due to noise, all agrees that enough is enough. Robba and Leaddog cooks a nice breakfast of blueberry pancakes and eggs, which both had none of! (at least the pancakes anyway)

Probie is now placed on eternal ever lasting probation, due to his no-show. Fines will be assessed, and collected. A one thousand word essay entitled “Why I want to be a real hunter, and why is my head still healing from the rolling pin that my wife used on me” must be submitted before next year. Maybe Chip could be his sponsor?!

You are not going anywhere!
You are not going anywhere!