Get your knees greased, it’s time to get out and “enjoy” the winter woods! Toucher has shown interest, so let’s get together before the black flies come out. Digger should be all “buff n’ shit” from delivering packages during the holidays, so theres no excuse to not go….unless you have the excuse that all the ducks are still south!
WEEK SEVEN
Friday: Polecat, Leaddog, Steven and Lindy hunts near Arctic Circle, finds new and far away places to hunt mules that are nonexistent. Mule escape route found, and will now be part of next years walkabouts. Lindy has attained the most highest honor obtainable, being a member of the “FAMHC”. Steven without realizing, has now become the newest member of the elite volunteers; those to be placed on future watches beyond their will. Otherwise, No mules – nice day!
Saturday: Crew hunts Hooter Ridge and Liz. Polecat sees flattoped mule on first drive, possibly the only deer left in the Adirondacks. Crew is wonderd by how one solitary mule could make so many tracks. Pie Whore gets pat on back and a Root Beer for staying on watch for the entire day. Crew wonders how Spike did the same without passing out or eating Pie Whore…..
Sunday: Crew hunts Bunny Hills, without realizing they had company that hunts better than them. Said company had four legs and is dog like in apperance. Pie Whore confirms dog like creature by sighting, but not with his gun. Company gets away, along with any mules that were previously present.
WRAPUP: It has been reported that this year was uniformally crappy throughout the Adirondacks. Deer were taken, and some nice ones at that but overall most crews hunts resulted in the same conditions. Theories abound, no rut, late rut, early rut, winter kill, and even Obama somehow screwing things up….even in the woods! Next year Boys, Next year!
WEEK SIX
Friday: Polecat, Leaddog and Robba hunts local mountain in search of mules. None found. What appears to be a cell phone tower is located, and has been determined to be a treestand at the top of the hill. Who would lug a steel framed unit all the way up there, when natural stands abound? Infiltrators. Hopefully signage left at said tower will be found by owner, before said unit become property of Ftroop, before the State of New Yorks claims it first!
Saturday: Crew forced on remote hunt. Crew questions sanity of Polecat. Crew has yet another cardiac stressing walk almost to Canada. Waypoints earned for GPS units. Headlamp batteries challenged on walk out.
Sunday: Crew hunts Bunny Hill, as always, does encountered at end of hunt but must have evesdropped on crew making plans the previous night, and informed buck, who most likely went to Canada via crews Saturday route.
WEEK FIVE
Friday: Polecat and Leaddog hunts ridges to the west, sign of mules increasing, no mules observed. Observed tent with chimney emitting smoke. “Interlopers” present somwhere in woods.
Saturday: Crew once again forced beyond their will to hunt far away lands, sign of mules also increases, as do signs of infiltators. Scrapes and such abound, with the infiltrator being spotted by Probie. After interrogation, it is learned that our secret backwoods hunting euphoria spot is called “Icicle Mountain”, by the interloper. How “Disneyesqe” this sounds for our favorite spot, images of duckies and bunnies swirl in our heads….. Later, Interloper then stumbles on F-troop enroute to exodus point, probably (hopefully) overhearing crew making fun of said name. Interloper again grilled, and sent on his way, hopefully to think about not returning to “STAYAWAY MOUNTAIN”, as named by Ftroop.
Sunday: Crew hunts local, then to Bunny Hill where Leaddog intercepts two does while approching his watch. Blowing does sent to notch, where others encounter said mules. As end of hunt approaches, Trailhugger heads to trail, via “backdoor” where he gets a brief visual on what appears to be not a duck, but a huge rack. No shots taken, El Mule de’ Grande goes back to notch, Ftroop retires due to end of day, vowing to return and harvest said beast.
Synopsis: The RUT is finally on!
WEEK FOUR
Friday: Leaddog, Nick and Polecat hunts Hooter Ridge for mules. Polecat does his best to kick said mules off ridge, with no results. Second drive produces one fisher from the lifeless woods to Nick.
Saturday: Ftroop assualts the mountain know as “Liz”….in the rain. One doe is pushed by Muffin from his assigned target. Second drive on one of the bunny hills results in the thorough soaking of all team members. Good day to be warm and cozy in a duckblind….Team wonders of the wherabouts of Robba who was not in a duckblind.
Sunday: Beautiful sunny day, crew hunt favorite secret spot, doe meets Lindy who was in midst of admiring himself in the reflection of the water. Some scrapes now present, finally.
Synopsis: RUT IS STILL NOT “ON” IN OUR WOODS!
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