F-Troop Est. 1968

And We all await pictures!

Friday: An excited crew assembles for the last FAMHC event for this year. Holding true to their promise to hunt some “strange”, the crew indeed does! Returning to the new addition to the 25 square miles of established “privately owned state land” a hunt was soon commenced, which led to yet another snowy day. Venturing into the unknown, new routes were learned, as well as the sighting of “Icicle Al’s” truck in the mix. After a snowy walk, and decorating Al’s vehicle with F-troop memorabilia, a return to familiar surrounds took place. Lots and lots (and lots) of mule tracks abound. It appears they were just as confused as Ftroop……

Saturday: A full compliment of hunters, including senior members that could join as watchers due to the ease of their placement (quack-quack) return to the area of strange mules. Drives were performed, a new vessel was found and commandeered, with part two of the hunt consisting of “to hell with deer, lets find Icicle Al instead” being proclaimed. Two hours later, Digger gets the new “I found Icicle Al” badge! The crew has mules running about, Leaddog actually sees a doe, and it appears that the doe had a friend of four points that, of course…Icicle Al saw….and didn’t bag!

Sunday: A tired, mopy and disgruntled crew awakens and decides to hunt the bunny hill. The usual paths and watches were taken by the men, and the usual paths and escape routes were taken by the mules. The back door was again left open, (see Trailhugger’s encounter a few seasons back) as only the Piewhore was in the vicinity of the leaping bounding mules, one which was in question as to its gender. Chip and Stosh sees does, and polecat saw flags.

Sunday night: Polecat sits in a liquid mess of tears, beer, and SoCo as everyone heads home except him. He had chores to complete before coming down the hill on Monday, as directed by HIS denmama!!! 🙂

Friday: A turkey stuffed crew of four assembles on Thursday night to hunt early the next day. Polecat arrives at dawn (or soon thereafter), and the crew reassembles to see if the mule that Robba hit and survived last week was being consumed by woodland critters. No ‘yote tracks or ravens in the area, so it appears that the mule was indeed carrying a first aid kit. New lands were hunted, with “strange” mules being encountered. The crew vows to return next Friday and give it a go.

Saturday: Everyone but the Toucher is at camp, and a return to the old method of hunting is tried. A series of close to camp drives like in the “old days” was performed, with no results. Some mules were actually seen and the went to where the crew was not. Stosh even shows up, and vows to return next week! Polecats dogs decide to give the Pie-whore some competition, and eats the dessert that was supposed to be for the crew when left alone in camp. The last we saw was the actual Pie-whore sobbing and sharpening his knife; to extract said pies from the dogs….

Sunday: A abridged hunt of the bunny hill was accomplished, but without the Toucher to perform his usual route, it appeared to be for naught. A good portion of the crew leaves early, which further resulted in less eyes in the woods. A disgruntled remaining crew leaves somewhat early, to let the mules recover.

I’m not sure where it went, but I’ll have to recreate it. It WAS here though.
If any one can find it out there in cyberland, post it! Otherwise, this is a recap:
Friday:Snow-Hunt-Deer? (fill in the blank!)
Saturday:Hunt-Deer? (Fill in the blank!)
Sunday: Robba hits buck (4 to 6pt), and buck escapes. Hours long recon results in no buck. Buck appears to be carrying first-aid kit.

Friday: Leaddog arrives to meet Polecat unloading supplies. Robba and crew arrives soon thereafter to go play in the “three inches of partly cloudy” that didn’t stop until the ground was turned from brown to white. Several small drives were in order, with Polecat chasing mules up the hill into the clouds. More mules encountered as the day progressed, which provided a nice workout for both the pursuers and the
pursued.

Saturday: The entire crew assaults the realm of the Beast o’ Mighty in far away lands. Probie encounters a fresh buckrub on a tree that was the size of Spikes leg. Mules abound on the ingress route by Leaddog, no tails seen. Polecat shanghais Leaddog and pushes the Razorback out to Marsh, where he encounters a small buck with no chance for a shot. Chip decides to twist his knee on the escape out, and is placed on the injured list, but is still required to hunt the next day (see definition of “sympathy” and its location in the Ftroop dictionary). Polecat finds a hunter of a different brand in a tree stand, and cordially invites him to camp for a beer later; which they did. Three members of the rival “Scotty” camp drinks beer and marvels over the assemblage of horns and assholes that occupies Ftroops HQ. Other shenanigans were endured and will be discussed with the Toucher who wasn’t present this weekend and will be held liable. It appears that if Polecat can’t go to the local bar, he’ll bring the local bar to camp!

Our pursuit of happiness was compromised.

Sunday: Lowland, bunny hill hunts took place with drives that produced little. Boots were worn down from walks on asphalt to other watches as usual, Leaddog encounters two does as he lags behind as planned on the last drive. No buck this time! Hobbit has “visitors” in his watch area….which is still TBD as of their presence on private land. Where did they come from? Who were they? Were the looking for, and did they find George and Stosh?