Category: Camp News

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?

Hunter with a nice Brook trout!

Hunter & Polecat with a nice brookie!

The Storks grandson    Hunter William Passmore    Age 7

Caught this trout in the first beaver flow  9″ big  He missed a bigger one of at least 12″

He also is the youngest ever to take the Panther Mtn. Stream plunge.  Fell in off the bank and over his head.  Yours truly had to jump in and yank him back up, but he was swimming, only in the wrong direction while coughing up a lung full.

He told his dad he wanted to keep fishing and caught several more trout, but not keepers.

Polecat

Danny Johnson known to us as Berretta died recently.  He hunted with us in Minerva, Johnsburg and here in Piseco.  We called him Berretta cause he carried a gun in his boot.  To shoot what ? ?  No body knows.

He shot the smallest bear ever in Piseco with a .375 H&H Magnum.  Three boots long. His kill picture still hands in the camp.  We’ll miss him.

Polecat

Reliable sources report that lead dog might break rule A1A-000 of the F-Troop hand book, which states “there shall be no weddings during hunting season and all activities related” (ie W.W.E). If this is the case, this infraction is punishable. I dont think it is as serious as chip handing over the a-hole award, cause lets face it he has it forever. That being said, i am sure said infraction does impose a penalty like probation OR even double secret probation. To close, we will have to wait to see what transpires to this serious situation.*

*DISCLAIMER- this post was made for entertainment purposes and only intended to be funny so do not take it seriously,please!

Pictures are posted on Flickr here F-Troop Spring Hike 2015

I will post them on here soon.

Recap to follow

-Over

The tradition has not been broken yet! Five Ftrooper’s shows up to spend the weekend revisiting stories of past hunts and jaunts, and to help in the creation of yet another tale to be placed in the books.

After a night of celebratory festivities, the gang wakes up to cloudy, threatening skies; as well as clouded bloodshot eyeballs. After breakfast and copious amounts of coffee, three Rangers gear up for adventure! Polecat, Leaddog and Digger assembles their backcountry goods and gear (which included GPS’s, radios, water filter), and heads off to the hills for fun and adventure. Pie-Whore and Spike remains at camp, and ventures to a local lake in the interim.

The target was located within the bounds of the holy, and most sacred of hunting grounds of Ftroop. After three hours of climbing and sweating out most of the previous nights consumption of adult beverages, the target was soon obtained – but not before a little precipitation was endured by the three amigos. Not to let a little rain dampen the gangs spirits, the vessel “USS Boo-Boo Kitty” was soon found as it was left, and readied for launch. But not to anyone’s surprise, the commencement of the newly formed Ftroop Navy and Maritime Services was thoroughly dampened by an intervention by the global-climate-changey-warmy-thing.

It rained like hell. With lightening even. In the woods. In the middle of nowhere.

The aluminum vessel was soon converted to a dry, rainproof/lightening attracting shelter, in which the now dampened three huddled under to stay dry, as with the guides of yesteryear did in such situations. They had wooden vessels, we had a metal vessel, in a thunderstorm – what possibly could go wrong?

The rain soon let up, and a fire was built and hotdogs cooked and devoured – which actually tasted good! A recon of the lake was accomplished, and what appeared to be a trout jumped at flies! No fish where harmed during this expedition. The three returns to camp in less than three hours, over five miles – to a waiting fire to cook on, which was extinguished by rain faster than Spike consuming five dozen bloops.

Since no “other” Rangers couldn’t or did not want to attend, a special commemorative badge has been developed and awarded to all attendees, which will be proudly displayed.