Leaddog goes Snowshoeing!

Moose Print in the Snow

Moose Print II

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Leaddog recently sent me some photo’s of his latest snowshoe adventure. I posted the said photos on Flickr, you can view the slideshow here:

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This was my response to his email:

That was clearly a imprint YOU made in the snow while YOU took a “break” , Brah. You made the tracks in the snow with your cute ski pole/snowshoeing stick. I saw the pictures. I think I even saw some wine you spilled in the snow, unless you were making snowcones.

Need I say more.
🙂

Snowshoe Time??!!

Well boys, we got about 40″ of Global Warming at the Happy Hunting Grounds….more up top.
Shall we get an expedition scheduled before it all goes away?
Two options:
Up top to the Vista for lunch, or;
Lets explore the lower cliff on Marsh, where one could fall off one hundred feet!
or whatever else someone comes up with.
-Over….

Why I can’t afford snowshoes!

From a reliable source, “The Internet:”

The cell phone bill says “9-1-1 Service Fee”: $1.20. You pay it every month to New York state.

But only six cents end up at a 911 center.

Instead, the state spends the money on itself: overtime, fringe benefits, travel, vehicles, new boots, snowshoes, clip-on ties, sun block, spray paint, groceries, dry cleaning and other daily expenses for agencies ranging from the state police to the departments of corrections,to the DEC state records show.

Between Toucher strong arming for work on my car, and Leaddog’s employer taxing me each month, no wonder I can’ t get a pair of snowshoes!

Happy New Year

Well boys another year is here already!
I hope everybody had a great holiday! I got a 32 gb iPod touch for x-mass. In fact I am using it to write this post right now. I will get the countdown updated along with a few other things done next week. Now that I have this new little gadget I want to make our site more mobile friendly. I also have to make it more user friendly as well. I’ll get to it at some point this year! 🙂 I know you guys have heard that before, but this year I’m serious!
Stay tuned!
–Over
Digger

Week Eight – For the Second time in History – FTroop gets “Skunked”

Friday: Robba, Hobbit and Leaddog arrives at camp…More Global Warming has accumulated since the last weekend, as well as a crust which involved a two step for one, per leg effort to hunt. Robba led the way, ALL the way to the Duck Hole, where it was determined that a useless undertaking was in the works. Robba tries to locate ANY mules, none to be found.

Saturday: Council was held, and by diplomatic vote it was determined that FTroop will hunt “off the hill” which hasn’t occured in over 15 years due to all the Global Warming that has piled up.
The crew drives via trucks to a more resonable area where snow was “only” a foot deep, and where FTroop has never hunted before. After one fairly useless drive, (one skipper doe to Leaddog), a second drive was made. Tracks, beds and other sign abound as well as those who made them. Several encounters withs mules were had, fresh beds and a set of moose sized tracks were noted, especially where the moose sized tracks jumped a rather large stream to the other side, away from said does. No possible way to cross water without other means. Crew vows to redo hunt on sunday, placing sharpshooter on bank of stream to encounter possible moose sized mule.

Sunday: Broken vows due to excessive Global Warming again….wind, snow,wind and snow decides the day. Breakfast was had, camp was cleaned readying the Denmama for the upcoming snowmobile season. All enjoyed a knuckle whitining ride down the hill to the bosom of the flatland, where wives and loved-ones were in waiting with honey-do lists in hand.

Season Synopsis: Two bucks should have been taken, one small eight by Bernie and Robba, and a rather large eight by Polecat. Two large Bears could have been taken, but weren’t. Ftroop closes season with one small woodpig in the freezer. The last time that happened, which has occurred only once in Ftroop’s history, was about 10 years ago.