F-Troop Est. 1968

Where the F’ is everyone?

Probie….are you shopping for new “scents”….

OK, I missed the mark, but now it’s only 81 days!

this just in… just found out that the great american blue jay hunter is dead…  approx. 1 month ago he died of a heart attack.  He will be missed for sure.  This reminds me that there is a tree stand that has to be reclamed on no name…

Leaddog and trusty trail mutt Sophie, takes to the trails once again in what could be considered as “uncertain” weather. Driving up the hill from the dry flatland and some sun, into the monsoon’s of the Adirondacks it was apparent it was going to a wet day. An attempt to wake Digger from his “slumber” was made with no result….and the trailer appeared to be still on the jacks!

The trail was wet, as was Leaddog and his trail mutt. After climbing to the Hilton in IFR conditions the thought of viewing Stayaway in such conditions meant that a cleanup of the Hilton was now in order instead of going to the Scenic Vista. The roof was installed, (one more roof item needed to complete the project) crap cleaned up and so therefore, we are proud to announce the Reopening. Festivities were in order for the small gathering of attendees.

A saturated Leaddog and thoroughly soaked trusty trail mutt made a hasty retreat and found no representatives of F-troop in the “flatland”……but three cats were observed on Diggers camp clawing at the roof…. 😉

Photos to be posted as soon as Digger performs said task.

**Update** Photo’s are posted on Flickr: Leaddog’s Hike to The Hilton

Ok….this is it. After several inquiries as to why I’m constantly being taped when crossing creeks, and now the cables as well, it appears I must defend myself.

FACT: I’ve NEVER slipped and fell in ANY creek when crossing cables, over the last 20 years of doing so.

FACT: I once, with Stosh, was left hanging from a cable when we tried to cross two at once, and the lower cable let go at the turnbuckle. A graceful plunge in two inches of water was endured by both of us.

FACT: ONCE, at least 10 years ago, if not more…when following Polecat I slipped on a frozen rock from his traverse, when it was -10, four miles from camp and my leg went in, which resulted in my pants freezing solid as armor. I proceeded to hunt, and actually dried out after a few hours of walking; as a matter of fact I think I hunted to the TOP of Twin Lake Mtn that day.

So…keep taping me as I cross the streams and cables…..wait till one of YOU falls in! 😉