Author: leaddog

Friday: Leaddog arrives to a winter wonderland, akin to the contents of a snow globe. No F-troopers present yet, so a decision to stay “local” based on the weather conditions was made. A nice walk to, and a four hour stay at the 10pt corner watch resulted in a possible case of snow blindness, which was soon intervened by Steven who decides to prowl the area near Piney Knob. Small drive to each other were made, with Leaddog jumping a doe, which decided to do the loop-de-loop back to Piney Knob.

Saturday: The crew decides to look for the abominable snow man on the top of Twin Lakes Mtn. In fine fashion they crawled all over the hill like Spike on the couch. Tracks galore of both beasts, deer and bear were observed everywhere. Scrape and runs abound, but not one mule or bruin was seen. Leaddog feels many eyes from the cliffs on the mountain watching as the ramp was hunted, but said bruins were too scared to engage. Three F-troopers finally earns their Twin lakes Mtn summit badge, with Probie asking himself once again; “why do we do this?”

Sunday: A drive on Liz was in order for the day. Robba and Steven makes through Beaver Valley to the top of Liz in record time, to come over to watchers placed about the Piney Knob area. Hobbit kicks three flattops early on, and all engage in seeing mules at one point or another. Apparently, one probable buck was seen coming off the hill through the Knolls, so drive two consisted of a modified Ir-on-der-twat assault, with mules observed, and disappeared as fast as they were seen.

Saturday: The crew assembles and donning gore-tex assaults the mountains once again! Drivers push the Meadows to Billy’s watch trail, with flags flyin’ in the opposite direction. Drive two results in the locating of fresh buck rubs and many does dispersing throughout the surrounds. Many mules were spotted by all, with the crew vowing to return on Sunday to find antler topped mule. Chip entertains the crew by learning the most common navigational blunder that most have encountered, the circle walk. But one mystery remains, how does one walk in a circle back to the starting point, when the mission was to stay on the assigned elevation between two other drivers? Dark was ensuing when the Chipster was finally talked in by Denmama via radio. The rest of the crew was so worried, that we all got into evening wear and slipped into a dry martini. A new term may be added to the F-troop dictionary – “The Chip-about”, the term when Chip decides to solo navigate (if “navigate” is correct) the woods! Let’s see how a Chip-about works in the Stay-Away country….. 😉

Sunday: Crew assaults doe infested area, which appeared to have resulted in a re-infestation of the other mountain when the mules decided to vacate the area of interest. Mountain two was attacked, does flying about as always, but no buck. Chip saw his very first deer, a doe; where he was placed on watch.

Where the F’ is everyone?

Probie….are you shopping for new “scents”….

OK, I missed the mark, but now it’s only 81 days!