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WV Hog Round-up?? Wasnt that last year? 
Well, yes it was.
But, you see, the dog ate my cameras memory card, and it took a whole year for me to recreate the pics using Photoshop. 
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Trevor and Rhonda own 175 acres on the west flank of Shavers Mountain, with a mile of frontage on the Shavers Fork of the Cheat River. Shavers Fork is the highest river in the Eastern US, and is a quality trout stream, stocked by the state. All this is in the middle of the Monongahela National Forest, some pretty remote and rugged country (by Eastern US standards). To get to their property, you first have to drive 10 miles down the eastern flank of Shavers Mountain, on Glady Fork road. This is a great mountain road drive if you have a nimble car and enjoy a twisting turning road. OTOH, when you get behind a pickup pulling a trailer, not so fun. On the road in, you pass this spot, the gravesite of Peter Shaver, Revolutionary War veteran, killed here by Indians.
Eventually you get to Glady, and then turn west, over the ridge. At this point you have to be following Trevor to find the turn-off, all those unmarked dirt roads look the same. Past a couple of locked gates, you arrive at a parking area at the top of the property. When they bought the land, it only had some four-wheeler trails, so Trevor had a road cut in down to the rivers edge, but it is only passable by truck, so low-clearance vehicles park up here. This entire area was clear cut by 1920, but the forest has regrown and is now more selectively logged. I found this tree growing on the fallen trunk of another.
Look closely for the knife in the lower right corner, the cycle begins again.
The planned turn-out for the Round-up was low, so Trevor decided to bring his family up for the weekend. They had visited the property before, but stayed in a hotel, this was their very first time family camping. As it was, the other Hogs couldnt make it, so it was just me and Trevors family. So I had all the fun of taking kids camping for the first time, with none of the responsibility. Trevor even had a portajohn brought in, now thats style. :thumbup:
The campsite had recently been cleared by a contractor, we were on a bank above the river, with a little riffle flanking the site.
Well, yes it was.
But, you see, the dog ate my cameras memory card, and it took a whole year for me to recreate the pics using Photoshop. ------------------------
Trevor and Rhonda own 175 acres on the west flank of Shavers Mountain, with a mile of frontage on the Shavers Fork of the Cheat River. Shavers Fork is the highest river in the Eastern US, and is a quality trout stream, stocked by the state. All this is in the middle of the Monongahela National Forest, some pretty remote and rugged country (by Eastern US standards). To get to their property, you first have to drive 10 miles down the eastern flank of Shavers Mountain, on Glady Fork road. This is a great mountain road drive if you have a nimble car and enjoy a twisting turning road. OTOH, when you get behind a pickup pulling a trailer, not so fun. On the road in, you pass this spot, the gravesite of Peter Shaver, Revolutionary War veteran, killed here by Indians.
Eventually you get to Glady, and then turn west, over the ridge. At this point you have to be following Trevor to find the turn-off, all those unmarked dirt roads look the same. Past a couple of locked gates, you arrive at a parking area at the top of the property. When they bought the land, it only had some four-wheeler trails, so Trevor had a road cut in down to the rivers edge, but it is only passable by truck, so low-clearance vehicles park up here. This entire area was clear cut by 1920, but the forest has regrown and is now more selectively logged. I found this tree growing on the fallen trunk of another.
Look closely for the knife in the lower right corner, the cycle begins again.
The planned turn-out for the Round-up was low, so Trevor decided to bring his family up for the weekend. They had visited the property before, but stayed in a hotel, this was their very first time family camping. As it was, the other Hogs couldnt make it, so it was just me and Trevors family. So I had all the fun of taking kids camping for the first time, with none of the responsibility. Trevor even had a portajohn brought in, now thats style. :thumbup:
The campsite had recently been cleared by a contractor, we were on a bank above the river, with a little riffle flanking the site.
LOL
