Bob Buckskin's Big Game Hunt LbNA #34196

Old Bob Buckskin had been hunting the backwoods of Pennsylvania for the past 50 years, since he was a boy of twelve. He had been lucky enough to have bagged all three big game animals that are legal to hunt in PA many times throughout his life and always had a good time in the woods, not only hunting, but also just walking the trails, watching the squirrels play, listening to the birds chatter and most of all breathing the fresh air. Most recently though, his luck had changed. Oh, there was still the pleasure of the hunt, but it seemed all the big game that he had once seen was now few and far between. Every time now, over the past ten years, he would return home with nothing more then cold feet and a runny nose and nothing to show for his efforts. Bob was just feeling more and more discouraged with every failed hunting trip and more then once complained to his hunting buddy’s, Hunter Fisher and Rusty Remington about the Pennsylvania Game Commissions conspiracy to eliminate all big game animals from Pennsylvania, along with their continued raising of license fees to support their hemlock habit. Of course after Bob had blown off alittle steam he still continued to buy his license ($20), archery tag ($16), muzzleloader tag ($11) his duck stamp ($3), bear tag ($16), doe license ($6), 2nd turkey tag ($21) furbearers license ($20) and his non-refundable application fee for an elk license ($10) which would be 25 dollars if he was ever lucky enough to get his name drawn in the elk license lottery.
License fees ($123)
Ammunition and equipment ($500)
Gas to hunting areas ($1000). (Bob has a big SUV)
Total frustration (priceless)
After adding up all he had put into hunting over the years and looking at what he really liked about hunting, Bob came to the realization that what he enjoyed the most was just getting out in the woods and fields of this beautiful state and walking through nature. He didn’t need a gun to do that or even a license. It didn’t cost anything and at his age he sure could use the exercise. So Bob after searching around on this new fangled thing called the internet, he found the letterboxing website and decided to go out and plant letterboxes with all three big game animals in them so all people including other frustrated hunters could seek out big game and not have to carry any heavy weapons or have to buy the latest tree colors to blend into their surroundings. So Bob headed out to a little known park that he had discovered years ago called Money Rocks County Park.
Heading north on route 897 (in his big truck), he ran into route 322 then went east toward Chester County, but when he got to the village of Beartown (no kiddin’), still in Lancaster County, he turned right on Narvon Road and headed south till he saw the parking lot for Money Rocks County Park on the right across from Alexander Drive. Bob pulled into the lot and parked.
Leaving his bow, arrows and doe scent in the truck, but remembering to TAKE his BINOCULARS ALONG, Bob headed to the beginning of the trail and walked between the two large quartz boulders. Up ahead he spotted an information board and when he got to the board he stopped and read about the story describing the parks history. When he was done Bob continued up the white blazed trail till he came to a “Y” where he stayed left and quickly met a smaller trail on his left (the single white blazed trail), which headed uphill. He headed up that path. Soon he came to an intersection with a larger trail and spotted a sign that directed him in two different directions. Bob chose to continue straight on the Overlook trail. A little ways up the hill he came to a tree in the trail that had a hole at its base that was filled with water, (but may not be all the time.) From this tree, at 240 degrees, he spotted two large trees joined at the base about 30 paces off the trail. Behind this tree, under some rocks and bark hides the elusive BLACK BEAR.
Bob then met his friend Hunter when he returned to the white trail, and both continued up the hill. When they came to the tree on the right that had double white blazes on it, they decided to turn left and walk to the first tree on the right with a single white blaze. From this tree at 170 degrees they spotted a dead tree that is suspended in the air by a “V” that hides the resting place of Hunter’s favorite quarry, under some rotting branches. the DOE.
After returning to the trail they met up with a rather stiff and sore Rusty Remington, who had been hiking through Money Rocks Park most of the day. After some discussion they all decided to go up the trail in the direction they had been heading. Soon they spotted a large rectangle shaped rock on the right side of the trail that looked like someone had used it for target practice. Rusty decided to head behind the rock to do some business since he hadn’t seen an outhouse all day. But instead of watering the weeds he talked Bob into hiding his next box in a hole behind the rock under a large piece of bark. So Bob walked behind the rock and placed the biggest trophy of them all, the “BIG BUCK.” At this point Hunter and Rusty were getting kinda hungry so they said good-bye to Bob and headed back down the trail to go home for some grub. Bob was feeling pretty good so he kept hiking up the trail till he spotted a rail…fence. Walking up along the railing and looking down over, he admired the view at the bottom where an old railroad line used to run. After resting here for a short time Bob walked past the railing and climbed up the worn path through the large rocks and boulders till he came to a rock where Hunter’s cousin Jerry Fisher left his mark in 1978. Here Bob decided to hide a bonus box that he had brought along. So he walked to the opposite side of the rock and faced to the South. Climbing directly down over the rocks he went to a crag with a “V” tree growing out of it. From here he continued to head down hill to a flat rock that looked like a bench and sat down on it to rest. Sitting on the rock, looking straight ahead he spied a tree with a short pointy limb sticking out near its base. This limb looked like a big fang to Bob so at this tree under a pile of sticks is where Bob’s Bonus Box Beds.
Note: The first to the bonus box claims the “Planters Reward. (Not Bob cause he ain’t real) Remember to put log, stamp and inkpad back in the box, take your trophy and rehide box well since this is a heavily traveled area