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Fred G.s' Every Day

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More Deep Thoughts

Hamden Fish & Game Club. Hamden CT.

Rather be hunting?

A Letter From Mr. Greenie

Look at me you fools! Here are many pictures of me ALIVE! What else do I have to do? Give you the address of my nest? Today you thought you had me, your pathetic team member Fred G. thought he shot me, I tricked you fools. I swam under the water to evade you and then sat up on the shore watching and laughing at you as you looked for me not once but TWICE! What a waste of time, I made you look for me for about an hour while you could have been in your stupid blind, where ever it is (I'll give you that one, your mastery of blind building is second to none) drinking your whiskey a slaying my comrades. It is I who is number one! Your time is running out and your stupid 20 dollar bet, well I spit on it.

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I Quack in your general direction.

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Mr. Greenie

Can You Spot the Difference In These Two Photos?

Day Fifteen & Sixteen.

On day sixteen Fred G slept. It was a rough holiday and he needed the rest. I tried to kill some ducks but fell short of my goal of 7 greenies. I did see a nice fat one just out of reach, and therefore, did not shoot it.

On day fifteen I slept (see picture) so I don't know what happened then. Stay tuned.

Introduction To What the Team Is Using

Fred G. First Purchase

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A Christmas Song From Us To You

Away in the blind

No ducks will be saved

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Is getting ready to slay

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The stars in the morning sky

Look down where we sit

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Their smokes are all lit

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Their bottles go clink

Ducks go whistling by

Bob DaFolder and Fred G.

Count how many will die

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Their Benellis are loaded

And so are they

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Are now ready to slay

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The Sammys are served

Bob DaFolders asleep

Fred G. kills now

The greenies he keep

Name that folder.

Christmas song, sung to the tune of O' Christmas Tree

Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, we slay more than the others.
Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, we kill greenies not their mothers.
Some other teams don't have the skills, and hardly as many kills.
Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, we are the best damn folders.

Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, we build the best concealed blinds.
Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, our spreads of decoys look so fine.
The ducks come in and good they feel, but they will soon be full of steel.
Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, your jealousy is so well grounded.

Each week we go out to fold, impervious to the rain and cold.
Hoy7 hunting team, Hoy7 hunting team, we are the best team ever.

Name that folder.

The blue chair should be a giveaway.

Day Fourteen.

Day fourteen and B. DaFolder moves solidly into second place.

It all started with a trip to the 'poker chip' area of Sauvies island. Fred and Lisa picked me up at 4:15 and we hit the road to Sauvies with the intention of picking the lowest number ever. Unfortunately on the way in the radio was playing nothing but crappy 80s' music. In total darkness Fred reaches up into the CD collection and pulls out a disk for our listening enjoyment that so happens to be none other than Lynyrd Skynyrd. He must have used all the mojo, luck, skill or whatever normally allows him to pick the low numbers at poker chip because we ended up with #108. (I picked #117, typical.)

As we walked to the shack for our blind choice we were terrified to learn we were second to last for picks. Mr. Warden suggested Steelman #7 (always a good choice #7 is) and off we went. After setting a blind that made the existing one look like a tar paper shanty, and throwing out a decoy spread that would attract ducks from miles around. we settled in for some fine killin' action. The ducks weren't really flyin' and that prompted a new bet for $10 first kill. The picture above shows the result of that bet. Bob $10 richer. Notice the shoveler like bill and white stripe. Think you can identify that duck? Neither could we. (It doesn't count if you look it up Cliffy. Oh, and by the way, I retrieved this myself. Does it count?)

After a delicious lunch and a nice nap we called it a day. After all Fred G. has some work to do before the holidays. Stay tuned for Wednesdays adventure with the HOY7 hunting team.

GBCH. 8

Fred G. here.

Just a few things I would like to add to day 14. Bobs up most confidence shined trough today in his Benelli Pump Master after folding, get this a folding of a duck on each of the last two hunting days. If he keeps this up by the end of the year he may have 17. We head out to the New Old New spot on Wednesday, a perfect place for John V. to join the team in some slaying.

Peace Out

Team Slay. Hit Play.

More Jack Handey

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "Disneyland burned down."

He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke.

Day Thirteen

The way I see it 13 is a lucky number. Today was a great day, started off with a spectacular morning, brisk and calm. After building the best blind ever at the New Old New Spot we settle in for day 13. As we were sitting there waiting for cilling time we hear a voice from down the slough. "Anybody down there?" Bob answers back "Yeah just the greatest hunting team ever." A man and his dog build a blind down the way and across from us. During the down time we watch the dog stand watch, never moving just doing what he was born for, fetching ducks. Some time passes and a few ducks fly by here and there. All of the sudden out of nowhere a hen and drake gadwell fly into our spread, Bob and I fold them, they came in quick. Unfortunately we only wing them and they swim to the other side of the river. Panic ensues, we are in a tizzy, Bob threatens to go over his waders and risk wet feet to retrieve his duck, but it's hopeless. Suddenly Grampa Clyde appears before us and lays some wisdom on us "you go walk around this river to the other side and look for those ducks, all day if you have to!" We hustle across to the other side, and while we were trekking a man named Dave and his dog named Gunner started out before us to help us retrieve our ducks. Gunner only 1 and 1/2 years old was "more than happy to help us out" said Dave. It's what he loves to do. We get back to the blind and do a little celebrating. Bob folds his first duck of the year, awesome! Bobs hungry now, I break out an unprecedented beef stew with buttered french bread. Oh yea cooked fresh there in the blind over a camp stove, pretty good. Well that induces sleep into Bob, I take a walk and scare up a few more ducks but nothing serious. I get back to the blind and we pack up to walk back, our bags heavier than when we walked in and smiles on our face. Sauvies Island wheres that?

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Fred G.

PS To the three guys who walked trough our blind today just doing a "scouting" mission. STAY OUT!

Throwin' Down the Challenge.

You see above you a picture of two great 80's icons. On the right, Bubstein Kuehl who regular readers know you don't want to be like. On the left, Captain of Industry and potential pussy, Nedly. This challenge goes out to Mr. Vice President, hunt with the team or suffer eternal scorn. This "man" said at one time that he would come out and go hunting with the H7HT. So far he has not. This makes him a weakling and could scar him for life. Many of you also want to come hunting with the H7HT but are afraid of the consequences and have not spoken up, but when someone says "Yes, I'll be there" that's like a formal commitment eh? Don't be afraid Nedly. Don't be afraid.

Day Twelve

On day twelve I spotted some ducks.

I also took some shots at ducks.

I missed.

My teamate made fun of me.

Hey, what are friends for.

That was day twelve.

Oh yeh, it also included a mean 14 layer ham sammy.

Guest editor

Ha! It is I Greenie and I rule!

Now that it is more than halfway through your stupid hunting season and none of you have managed to see me, let alone shoot me, I have a wager of my own. I will put up ten of my French Canadian dollars if you ineffective, impotent and worthless hunters can even graze me with a shot from your pitiful Italian guns. Remember that ten of my dollars equal about a thousand of yours. I quack in your general direction.

I am Greenie and I rule!

More Drinking Quotes

YEEAAHHH!!!!

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Maggie Bergin

1966-present

And On the Eleventh Day.......

Charlton Heston created water. Yes folks it's that time of the year again, the water is up. Day eleven started off all most like every other hunting morning but with just a few exceptions. The first being we had a small welcome back party for Lisa. We celebrated with a fresh tank of gas and Red Bull. Secondly Bob learned an important lesson, an alarm only works if you turn it on. After loading up Lisa we headed out to the "Old New Spot" and after a short walk we discover the water is up about 7 feet as well as a fog 7 feet thick. While trying to find a dry spot to set up a "camp" I discover how badly my waders leek. After a few steps in the water my boots are filled I mean FILLED with water. We find a spot and throw out the blocks. Bobs feet are dry, I'm literally standing in 3 inches of water I'm wondering how long I'm going to last, it's still very early but at least its not cold. We have a brilliant idea, why not build a fire, dry my socks and feet, put my feet into nice dry socks then into some plastic bags we have available. This Is Survivor Man! Ever try to make a fire in the woods after it has rained 3 1/2 inches in 2 days? This team did! After my first failed attempt Bob da Folder's 4H years came back to him. In the old days they used to call him one match Bob. Well Bob gets the fire going but it just can't sustain for a long period of time due to the moist branches. As I'm standing there snacking on some Pringles watching Bob struggle, I have a brilliant idea. Do you know how well and hot 6 or 7 Pringles burn? You stack those suckers just right and bamo instant fire. Just a tip to you from the H7HT. Anyway got my socks dried and and put my feet into those 7-11 plastic bags and back into my waders. No luck. The fog never really lifted and the water only came up some more and my buddy noticed my pain and discomfort, (not the same pain and discomfort he had on day 10, literally dropping wolf bait) so he called the day. What a pal.

Lisa

Lisa was sick and now she's better. After a long time recovering from: new master brake cylinder, new brake drums and pads, overhaul on transmission, radiator flush and conditioner, new points, rebuilt drive shaft among some other small things at Dr. Bradshaws' shes back and better that ever. We would like to thank everyone for their concern and for their flowers and cards. It means a lot. Also the personal attention Dr. Bradshaw spent with here was great, not to mention how they made me feel like a proud dad by telling me how beautiful she is and what great shape she is in. Tears.

Day Ten

Day ten had lots of weather.

It all started without our best piece of hunting gear, Lisa. She was at the doctors and we had to go hunting in the Volvo. Sure other hunters may have laughed but were they part of the fabled HOY7 hunting team? NO. So off to Sauvies island we went in the comfort, luxury and safety that only a Volvo can provide. After running the gauntlet of fallen trees (actually we had to turn around and go the other way) we made it through the storm to the 'wait in line' section of the island. By definition we were only the second car in line that morning, but there were also 30 trucks. Our patience was rewarded with spot #7 in the mudhen unit.

After a soggy walk we set up as best the driving wind would allow. The rain hammered and the wind blew and some shots were taken. I'm positive that we did not fold any ducks that day because leading the punks was damn near impossible in the tsunami like conditions. Strangely enough we stayed pretty darn dry and had a fine day. Play the video above for a glimpse at day tens' conditions.

GBCH

Day Nine

Ever wake up in the morning and say "It's Going To Be A GREAT Day!'? That was day nine. Lisa is sick and so was I. You see my folks were out visiting from Connecticut for the holidays, they come out to visit at least 2-3 times a year that makes me feel pretty special. Anyway today is a Wednesday hunt, so last night I took the night off from work and spent it with my Dad and a man named Chucker at the local Eagles club playing Texas No-Limit Poker. What a glorious night it was, knowing that Lisa was in the hospital and that Bob would be driving us in the Volvo I decided to part take in a little holiday cheer should I say, I was hanging with Mr. Jack Daniels until about 1:30 in the a.m. I won 420 dollars by the way. Being a Sauvies day Bob will be picking me up at 4 a.m which means I would have to wake up at 3:30, you do the math. Needles to say I felt pretty special. After a few instances with "a greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ash tray" we pull up to the non-reservation line. Did I mention that last week was turkey day? I cooked a lovely braised rabbit served over fresh egg noodles. Well as we pull around the corner we noticed there are not a lot of cars in line, as a matter of fact there are no cars in line, because of the holiday the hunt days were upped by one day. Remember how special I feel. Well we decide to drive out to Twin Falls which is a good hour away. We get to Twin Falls which has only one good aspect to it, the walk in is only 7 minutes. I think we have only seen I duck up to this point and I folded it, remember the beautiful wood duck last year? I nap. Wake up. Feel better. Scare off the only other two ducks we have ever seen there. Drink some. Pack up and decide for the unprecedented 3 stop hunting day, we decide to stop at the Old New Spot. We get out to a really nice blind out on the point of a small island, have some drink and some lunch. Big mistake. I take about a 2 mile hike down a slough and poke my head out the other side of a burm. About a dozen red heads and they are big. I raise my Benelli Super Black Eagle they take off, I lower my gun, not knowing whether or not I would be able to retrieve the three ducks I would have folded I decided not to pull the trigger. (That one was for you grampa Clyde) Besides they flew down the slough about 200 yards towards the blind we have set up, so I decide to keep pushing them towards the blind and I know Bob will fold one of them for sure. As I am pushing them I come across the biggest greenie I have ever seen, he was with his woman. I again jump them and I have the greenie in my bead. Again, grampa Clyde was with me, I was uncertain that I could retrieve. 10 dollars through my finger never felt so bad but so good at the same time. So remember we had lunch and some drink before my two mile adventure? I keep pressing these birds up the slough towards are blind, and finally over our blind. Nothing. Not even a call. Nothing. I get back to the blind and the man is asleep.
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Word Out From The Old Side
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Fred G.

Where the ducks are. Courtesy of Jenny X.

Migration Map, Waterfowl Migration, Duck Migration, Duck Hunting, Goose Hunting

Rest in peace old friend.

Yesterday the world of bad-ass hunters lost a good friend. Most people don't know Evel was a duck hunter and regular reader of the HOY7 hunting team blog. In this photo we can see Evel getting ready for some hunting of his own. Money for a Greenie bet, a watch to tell when shooting time begins, a cane for who knows what and his trusty .38 for those pesky ducks. We sure will miss you Evel.