Author: leaddog

Friday:
The first FAMHC is in session with one member representing the Club. Steven shows up later to maintain membership in this secret society. Leaddog spends the day all alone prior to Steve’s arrival, bagging several well know watches which were found to be in very good shape – leaves are down but very crunchy. At the end of the day, Leaddog finds no less than 10 rubs in a specific area, where Steven is now on watch. Nothing offers itself at this point for the grill and freezer, and both leave the woods to inform the gang that mules are actually present.

Saturday:
A base crew is assembled, and a push from the other side to back to camp is planned in the area of the rubs. Watchers set, drivers are driven and all goes as planned. Some sign is seen up high, with mules giving their acoustical presence to the drivers. But as usual – nada.

Sunday:
The crew hunts somewhat local in the area of the rubs again. High guys and low guys scramble all about, scrapes are seen but have been not refreshed, (which will most likely be on Monday….) The day is warm, leaves dry and crunchy inhibiting any possibility of a worthy hunt. Lovestruck Romeo is FO (First Out) and apparently melted the asphalt during his egress down to the flatland. Road crews will be busy with asphalt replacement…. 😉
Digger and Leaddog will assault the backcountry this coming Friday to verify if the Ancient Beasts O’ Mighty are still alive…. Hopefully Robba and Steven will assist later in the day by closing the “backdoor”….stay tuned!

Ummm……Digger!!!!!!!!!???????

Friday:
Leaddog arrives to snowy world best left to the snowmosexuals. Off he goes, local with toasty warm watching clothes on. Probie shows up, and gets in the woods in the general area. Some track is seen here and there, but nowhere are the makers of such. Snow limits the two ranger’s range – keeping the legs for Saturday.

Saturday:
The gang attempts to drive the bunny hill backwards to confuse the mules. We could hear the laughing of said mules below from up on high in the clouds. All gathers at the end for a ceremonial closing mule hot dog roast – which was rather tasty!

Sunday:
Screw it, enough is enough. We hate deer hunting!

Friday:
Steven and Leaddog arrives. Both hunt rather local, to save themselves for what may be an expedition to nowhere! (Or at least where no mules exist….)

Saturday:
The crew hits the area where Probie, the former “Bloody Bugger” got his first ever ADK mule last year. Three dedicated drivers go out far to attempt to perform the same drive as last year, which it was, almost. Toucher and Leaddog finds beds and feeding all over the place, with tracks leaving the area in the opposite direction…as always. All converge as before, with the only trophy taken was “garbage” by Robba.

Sunday:
I believe we hunted close again, and Pie Whore once again has three mules, just out of his sight run through his watch.

Nope….not yet.
Friday:
Leaddog and Steven arrives, and both hit the hills. Leaddog takes the Knolls trail, Steven goes the Piney Knob route. Robba joins the two and hits the local hill with nothing. nadda. zilch. zero. The three converge on the forbidden lands below with a few tracks here and there, but not the zig-zag of WTF as seen the next day.

Saturday:
The gang of six (where there was once 12 or more) goes deep into the howling wilderness to hopefully extricate the mega-mule that is scraping the ground to bedrock and rubbing trees so hard that they glow red at night. Yup – red at night… Toucher now in better spirits has the bell, and takes the Polecat for a walk. To Gitchi-gumi and beyond! Rubs, scrapes and other mule related items were found by the crew, but where is he? It looks like there may be more than one mule staking his claim, but it’s staked out well before we get to the roast!

Sunday:
The opposite Bunny-hill is attacked, with Leaddog finally getting to watch in a watch that wasn’t watched since the last time Leaddog watched a mule get spanked! More tracks are seen than ever, beech nuts abound, as the very air is abound with beech nuts as they rain upon the watchers. Not one mule is seen however….What gives?