F-Troop Est. 1968

Friday:
Toucher and Leaddog gets an early start up the hills due to a Thursday night arrival! Toucher goes to his usual spot, with Leaddog doing what will now be most likely be his usual route! Up top, little sign is observed – no rubs, scrapes yet. Taking almost three hours to get to the area of interest, which is only about 1/3 or so of a mile from the start, Leaddog jumps something either out of it’s bed or was walking up from the bowl. Yet another missed opportunity to bag the beast of the rubs it appears. Upon reaching the rubs of last year and year prior, it was determined that a mega-mule indeed exists! Meanwhile, Toucher is still on watch on his hill….with Polecat nursing his knee from a prior injury at camp.

Leaddog finds the Probie and Digger on his way off the hill, who performs an expert drive to both with no results. All catch’s up with Toucher on the way out who then reports that the Big, mean ‘ol bear is now even bigger! The crew assembles at camp, who then assembles a dinner of beast loaf with all the trimmings. The FAMHC has but four members gaining membership status at this time due to required attendance – invalid medical excuses are not tabled for discussion!

Saturday:
Waking up to a precipitation event, it was determined that a low hunt is to take place in the Nor’easter that was howling outside. A run up and down the Duck Hole reveals that there is an active mule, who’s scraping up the land is now making his presence. No less than 15 scrapes are seen, with many rubs as well. The maker of such is not willing to engage at this time, and will surely taunt the gang in the future. After most of all are soaked by rain, sleet, hail and snrain, a decision is made to go to a dry camp, to commence the wetness of the innards of the crew. Mule steaks are on the menu, which were prepared and devoured regardless of the ensuing Nor’easter…..

Sunday:
Still raining, sleeting and now ice, the crew has made a decision to not chase the fat off of the mules until the gang resumes activities next Friday.

Duck Hole

MMM’ Bacon

We Miss You!

Saturday:
It all begins. A core crew of seven assembles at camp to chase mules across the lands, but unfortunately the lands are still leave covered that inhibits the crew from seeing much beyond 30 yards. All marches up to the Hilton through freezing rain which actually stopped for once before all got soaked, where a tube steak lunch is devoured. Up top all spread out and hunts to their destination of desire, but no sign is seen nor a mule encountered. Upon returning to the lowlands, an intruder lay in wait – hoping that the noisy exiting crew may move mules about, but not this time! All marches out to a fine dinner of mule steaks and trimmings.

Sunday:
The gang awakens to a blustery and cool day, and hunt two of the year commences. A full push of one of the bunny hills is in order, with two watchers on watch on a hill that can’t be watched with only two watchers….During the drive Steve’n sees two mules which disappeared quicker than his GPS! 😉 A new unit is now needed, perhaps a sale can be found somewhere where a replacement unit can be easily obtained, we’ll see!! All arrives at their predetermined endpoint, the only other woodsy creature seen was a Pine Martin (not Digger’s friend Marty) by Leaddog.

Next week – the first sanctioned FAMHC gathering is planned and will hunt as they desire!

WxFTR1968 v0.2

#packtooheavy

While clearing brush down by the screen house recently our Den Mama was attacked by a chainsaw. He managed to escape this unexpected assault with minor scrapes and was treated on the scene and did not need to seek further medical attention.

Den Mama would like to remind everybody that sometimes “chainsaws bite!”

Chainsaw Safety for Homeowners

***Recap goes here Leaddog!***

Wow, no P.T.!! we must be broke, or at least in a crappy condition.