F-Troop Est. 1968

Friday:
Leaddog arrives early to an empty camp, and the beginning of what could be a stellar day in the woods. The FAMHC is open for business, with only one charter member in good standing in attendance. A trek off to the top is in order to assess the presence (or not) of mules in the area of interest. Little sign is seen until spotted within the area of interest from last year, a nice rub is present in the exact area where a multitude of rubs were observed from last year. A watch was set, with nothing appearing in said area. A walk out through Beaver Valley back to camp resulted in nothing but calories being burned.

Saturday:
A crew of eight is assembled, with the Toucher arriving yet again in the dark to attempt to meet with Mr. Monster. As all departs to hunt nowhere near Toucher, he claims that he would like to move later in the day and join the gang. The crew hunts from Camp Knob and Valley towards the School Bus Watch, where Steven pushes a big bodied mule from his watch, which of course ran towards the Meadows where no one was present. All finally meets with the watchers, they cross the creek and a U-turn is performed and all hunts back towards the Painted Marker Trail – where the Toucher is on watch. An interesting development occurs, as the waiting Toucher is once again harassed by the Big Mean ‘ol Bear! How did the Toucher get found, yet again – by his “friend” over a mile away from the usual spot? The crew thinks something is going on between the two, sort of like in the old song “Me and Mrs’ Jones” – were they got a thing,….going on.

“Me and Mrs. Bear,
We got a thing goin’on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now…..”

Sunday:
Waking up to a reported rain event of three to five inches of to take place, the crew leaves early to get out of the woods before they’re stuck there. Next week, boys, next week!!

He’s Back!

Where’s Chip?

Where’s Leaddog?

Saturday:
A crew of eleven gathers the eve prior, in tropical conditions at the Happy Hunting Grounds to begin this years pursuit of mules. The Toucher is already up, dressed for battle, eating toast in the darkness as other Ftroopers hit the pizz-porch. He’s on the trail in “inky blackness of night” (is that still ok to say, lurking PC crowd?) to his watch up high in the amber waves of grain, where he sat on station till almost dusk. Others attempt to get mules moving in the general vicinity thereof, with once again the “Big Mean ‘ol Bear” running right by the motionless (frozen in fear) Toucher. Apparently, the bear and Toucher have something going on, this is a constant replay – how many times will the Big Mean ‘ol Bear harass him? So far, the Big Mean ‘ol Bear has Touchers bullets, a nice warm head sock, and who knows what else? Maybe some snacks are in order……

The gang pushes about ten-thousand six point chipmunks about, with no mules seen. All goes back to camp to feast on mule steaks with all of the usual trimmings.

Sunday:
The crew wakes to another warm day, with an attack on one of the Bunny Hills – which included the Toucher this time! Leaddog is promptly kicked out of his watch, where a five pointer was recently bagged by him, which was now to be occupied by Chip. Those who lurk/troll at this site may see a pattern here – everytime Leaddog bags a buck, he never is allowed to go back to that watch. (which seems to work in Leaddog’s favor, so far three in a row!) The gang climbs and pushes towards the waiting watchers, a mule is seen (heard) by both Polecat and Leaddog which was 30 feet in between them! Up the hill it went to give it’s salutations to the others. A doe walks into Chip early on (who’s occupying a very nice watch), with other mules appearing and disappearing as fast as a plate of “hourse-de-overs” by Spike. Finally, a mule with headgear walks up to Probie….it’s the spikehorn who has his mugshot on record. Incredible restraint is practiced by Probie, this is not the buck he’s looking for, and it very well may be the last buck he ever sees! Next time Probie!

To end, Leaddog has a new watch and will be solo this Friday! 😉

Grillin’ ol’fashions!

Emergency Pie!

Spike JR

Denbamanomic’s in action!

Mr. September 2017

Deuces never loses!

Obligatory First Vly Photo

Hooter Ponds

F-Troop in the Hooter Ponds

Hooter Hilton

Chicken and Ribs are done, sort of.

Spike assumes the position

Thanks F-Troop Road Crew!

Hey Trailhugger! Your girls were waiting for you!

View from the shittr! Half dollar sized flies were a buzzing!

**** Leaddog replace text with recap ASAP! ****

**** UPDATE: Pics from Den Mama added. Still waiting for recap Leaddog! ****
Okay here it is- I’ve been “busy”!

All gathers for the scheduled pre-season work activities and to warn the mules of our presence, and also to determine just how out of shape most of us are!

The low gang stays low, and clears the sides of the driveway of brush and trees to open it up a bit, it’s now “Park Like”! Perhaps Spike can get horses and a carriage and give rides to all, just like in the Big Cityot parks! The high gang climbs and clears the way to the Hilton, which apparently survived last winters onslaught of ice and snow due to the extreme structural engineering upgrades of last year. Someday this outpost will come in handy……

Other low guys clears the path to the Toucher’s area of interest, finally clearing this well used route of pant wetting underbrush. Fire wood is cut and stacked, with Digger receiving copious amounts of summer wood for Ms. Diggity to burn next year! All returns to Saturday nights festivities of cards, adult beverages and constant belittling of each other – ahhh…the love continues!

Sunday’s work consists of the Denmama and Digger (after much whining) clearing out what could be considered as the “Thruway all the way to Buffalo” – or as we call it, Billy’s Watch Trail. So much blowdown was encountered…not!

Toucher and Leaddog performs a QC of the trail to the amber waves of grain, which was cleared the day prior, and cleans up the “Land of Toucher”. Nothing of interest was observed there, at all.

Just a few days more, and it all begins again – which ends just as fast!

Dildos

Work week end is September 23 and 24.

Work gloves, chain saws and maybe rain gear is required.  No rain date.

Chow will be burnt chicken, ribs, salad and a baked spud and of course BEER

Spike will float the home fries in his usual crank case oil.

Friday night we will go to the Bow for dinner.   All dildos will be there.

A tin roof is going on the Hooter Hilton and trails cleaned out.

I need a phone call or e-mail asap so I can plan on the chow.

PS I’m thinking of inviting Justin  (the kid who hikes all over our territory with his dog)  Any thoughts ? ?

Your Den Ma Ma

Polecat

Can you believe it? Only 100 days until we begin the pursuit of happiness! Let’s get some traffic going here on the site and discuss our excitement – or lack thereof!