Friday, October 31, 2008

Cliffy V. Is On the Board



Andy Vershaw, he's a member of the Hoy 7 Hunting Team. He hunts, he reads the blog, he participates. Today Andy made it rain on Sauvies Island, he actually made it pour. "Sure I used a half box of shells today, It's been a long time since I killed, I didn't even hunt that much last year" he said. "I felt a little rusty at first but once the slay happened I could feel it all coming back. I think I'm going to be a contender this year, I'm feeling pretty strong."

Knowledge From Cliffy V.

Male ring-necks have a black breast and back. The glossy purple head appears black. The sides are gray (sometimes appearing white), and the chestnut neck ring for which ringnecks are named is only visible in hand. On the water, drakes show a vertical white crescent in front of the wing. Hens are brown with a white eye-ring and an indistinct white area near the bill. The most notable characteristics on both sexes are the dark, white-ringed bill and peaked triangular head-shape. The speculum is bluish-gray, and the belly is white. Flying ringnecks can be distinguished from scaups by the black back and gray wing-stripe. They fly swiftly in compact wedges and often land without circling.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Packing Sand

It must be pretty easy being Jiggity Jeff. Never having to prove your greatness to anyone, hunting in a park in the middle of a city, basically using pop corn to get ducks and geese. How hard could it be? He never has any stories or pictures to share about his excursions, no facts to back anything up. How hard could it be being Jiggity Jeff? Has he ever "bagged" a duck? no. Has he ever posted any pictures? no. Has he ever journeyed to the great NW to hunt with the greatest team ever? no. Jiggity if your out there, if you ever read the blog, or if you could even read, read this RESPECT MY AUTHORITY! I have "bagged a duck" I have done everything, and you? nothing. I am the greatest hunter. I have all of the knowledge. Respect my authority.

Making it rain on the East side,

Fred G.

Packing Sand
1. A seafaring insult. When one was told to "pack sand" it was considered a huge insult often resulting in a heated exchange of salty language. Also see pound sand

For example:
Arrrgh pack sand mate..wait yer turn like ye others." Typical Response: Arr go f***k yerself you coc*suc*er son of a whore.

And Now A Word From Jiggity

Brother Bill,

I am certainly going to watch. I looked at the last video and it was dam good. Should I expect anything less? My life is hectic, but guess what? I am one day closer to getting my class 2 manufacturers license from the ATF. To sum it up, I can build full-auto weapons-any of them, own them, and also import certains explosives. I am going to try to import Bulgarian grenandes. More on that when I talk to you. I almost had to pistol whip some old man in the parking lot of Wal-mart. This Fucker pushed his cart right into my truck, and then when I called him out on it, he said "who cares". My response was swift, " hey old man, you want get get rolled like a cheap burrito"! He got the hint. I just aquired a room-mate after getting shit canned by Dayna. He name is Angela and she is an awesome chick. I work 8-6 and fucking hate it. I am trying to figure out how to work very little, and play a lot. I will call this week. Tell paige hello, the brother congrats, and Fred and Ed to pack sand!

Out
Jiggity

Saturday, October 25, 2008

That Crazy Andy!


Today I received this picture from old friend of the HOY7 Hunting Team Crazy Andy Bykowski. As no explanation was forthcoming I have included a story that I believe to be the only proper explanation to what we see here.

"last week I traveled to Niblerstanzy to help the recent victims of the ethnic cleansing of the native tribes of the Azblerians. My group brought them food, water and hip hop CDs to ease the suffering they have incurred. We also built them new huts and a school to learn more about the American way of life. The first class will be called 'It's pronounced O-Ba-Ma, people.'

I also had the chance to run in their Jungle Marathon. I would have taken a solid second place behind Hussein Bolt but on the 22nd mile I saw something utterly disturbing. Insurgents were shooting at this Bengal Tiger with their Russian made shotguns. If they were using Benelli shotguns this fine animal would be finished but he was merely wounded. I was hardly winded so I chased the insurgents off by shouting the only thing I knew they were afraid of, H7HT...H7HT...H7HT. They ran like scared girls.

The tiger was fading fast so I put him on my back and finished the marathon route back to Zignonstsy, the capital of Niblerstanzy. After finishing a dismal 28th I nursed the tiger back to health and fixed all the wounds he suffered. The government officials were so happy they gave me the key to the city (a stick with some notches cut into it) and told me to keep the tiger as putting him back in the jungle was a certain death sentence. It took some finagling but I finally got the tiger a seat in coach on Southwest Airlines and some peanut butter crackers, they gave him gas.

He now lives happily with me at home. I have named him Mr. Stripey. There have been some challenges but we have reached a daily routine that seems to work for both of us. The downside is finding 20+ pounds of fresh meat every day to feed him and we apparently can't watch Animal Planet on TV ever again. On the plus side though my neighbors dog never seems to bark at me anymore. Come to think of it, I haven't even seen my neighbor recently, although I did find his shoes and pants in my backyard. All in all a good trip. I'm planing on returning next year to see if I can find him a Water Buffalo to play with, I hear tigers love Water Buffalo.

Peace to all,
Crazy Andy"

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Poetry moment



It all happens in the blink of an eye
Summer unfolds itself into the quiet season
Thoughts turn to the slower pleasures of life

Scorching days are well behind us now
The cool crisp air has returned to change the landscape
Pumpkins and cornstalks dot our porches

The shades of green once so vibrant now gone
Replaced by the brilliant hues of red orange and yellow
The fall season graces us with it's bounty


Christmas Eve Story In October

Christmas Eve. Remember? Waking up super early can't sleep, not allowed to go downstairs until the clock strikes seven. So you sit on the top stair waiting, and if you got up before your sibs. you're the first in line to jet down the stairs when the clock strikes 7. Well imagine that every night, the night before the hunt. You wake up at 3:45am even though the alarms are set for 4am and 4:15am. Why do you set two if you always wake up early? You don't want to miss it.

In the old days you might be able to sleep in until 5am if you're hunting at the Old New Spot. Now you have to be there at 5am. It's like the old days when you were the first one to tie your sneakers that cool way, or the first R rated movie you saw and there was some minor nudity and adult language. It was fresh and new. Then everyone knew how to do it, everyone saw the movie...you learned how to swear. We used to be the only ones to hunt these spots, they are not great, but special to us. Now we are forced to share. "Get off that top stair let your little sister sit there!" " Maybe if she got up earlier she would have the spot" you think to yourself. That's what we have to do, we are the best, the smartest, we just learned to tie our sneakers a new and better way.

Chicken Salad




For the Chicken Salad:
1/2 cup walnuts, roughly chopped
Kosher salt
About 1 cup mayonnaise
1 heaping tablespoon Dijon mustard
1/2 lemon, juiced
2 celery stalks, small diced
2 tablespoons freshly chopped parsley leaves plus sprigs, for garnish
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
Freshly ground black pepper
2 cups shredded chicken meat, roughly chopped
8 slices sourdough bread, cut 1/2-inch thick
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, room temperature
1/4 cup cranberry sauce
1 green apple, thinly sliced

4 hard-boiled eggs, chopped
5 slices bacon, cooked until crisp, chopped

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Day 3

It sure was a blustery one today.

Day three started just as you may expect after reading this blog for four seasons now. Being picked up at 4:30 am has it's drawbacks but there can also be some unintended fun that comes along with it. Sitting on my well lit front porch waiting to hear the rumble of good ole American V-8 power that is Lisa, I saw my neighbor lady. She's kind of an odd sort. Maybe she keeps strange hours too or maybe, just maybe, she's up to no good. But when she walks by my house and sees me sitting on the stoop holding a shotgun I know one thing runs through her head, don't mess with his shit.

So sure enough Lisa arrives with all the gear needed for a great day of early season folding. We drive off to the Old New spot a little earlier now. See, everyone seems to be hunting there now. Apparently there is a thread on some hunting web site that tells people to go to this area and that the hunting is good there. We officially hate this web site. How dare they share the public lands with the Public. We all know that the H7HT was here first. We all know that we're the best. But still people are invading our space so now we have to get up before everyone else. You know what they say "The early bird gets the ducks", or something to that effect. Maybe it's"Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice I'll shoot your decoys". Whatever.


So out to the newest spot we go. Rebuild the blind. Set the blocks. Tell some other hunters where to go. Wait for sunrise.

Well that's it. Today's video shows the windy conditions that should have brought the ducks right to us but unfortunately there were no ducks today. Never fear though because next time will be GREAT!
GBCH




What Am I?

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Could You Guess?


Friday, October 17, 2008

FTP Is In the House

Dear Sirs or Madame
On October 15 I accidentally shot a Pintail out of season. I thought I had shot a Green Winged Teal. Upon check out I declared 1 Pintail and 1 Green Winged Teal, it is then when I was informed by the warden I had shot two Pintails. It was told to me that at the beginning of the season it is hard to distinguish because the colors are so similar, but what I should look at is the size and not the color, a Teal will be half the size. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely
Fred G. aka Fred the Poacher
Co-Founder of the Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Taking A Big Slice.


Oh gentile readers of the HOY7 hunting team Blog, I must have a big slice. Today I witnessed the most amazing thing since the formation of our team. Bagging a duck has never been less of a catch phrase and more of a literal reality. See the video. Read the account. Believe the impossible. I stand in awe of the greatest duck hunter ever, Fred G.*

*that is of course until next week when I shoot the first Greenie.

Day Two

Remember what I said? "The video, pictures and stories this year will amaze and tantalize you." Well hold onto your hat, and duck. We hit the road not as soon as we wanted, issues with alarm clocks, but we hit it the earliest ever 1 am. We set out in Lisa and quiet ensued. Predictions were none. We were driving into a totally new experience not knowing if our efforts would pay off. We never arrived at Sauvies at 2 in the morning, getting about 6th in line, able to choose any blind we would like. Well it all paid off, like I said we were 6th in line and when we got to the check in station at about 6am we actually had choices of decent blinds, we chose Mudhen 8. The morning weather was perfect a slight overcast and a slight chill, about 42 degrees. I'm sure Bob will have a mention about the walk in his post. We threw out the blocks and being Sauvies the action was fast and furious right off the hop. Not long into it we both fold, the only difference being is that I folded first, we all know what that means by now, don't we? Yes a crisp fresh 10 dollars in my bag. The morning folding kept up. I folded two more ducks in one rally but unfortunately was able to only retrieve one, sorry gram pa Clyde, the reeds out there are fierce sometimes. Bob also folded again at that time. Never in team history have we been so close to each other so early, two folds each. I know what you're saying "Fred G. you folded two in one rally, is that not 3 ducks all day?" You see folks if you can't or don't retrieve it does not count in totals. Lunch was next. Some nice French bread some gabba goul, pruzute, provolone, fresh mutzarella, pickled onions, mama lils peppers, kalamat olives, and marinated rapini (broccoli rabe). I even got "hey this is good" out of Bob. Thanks Bob. After sitting there for a while and being "rained" on by what we suspect is The Black Cloud, the stuff is good and fast, pick up a box at your local outdoor store, we did and we love it! The stuff makes ducks rain. Which brings me to the latter part of the day. Bob has to get home and we call it, "lets give it another hour." Well we did, that's where the video portion comes in. Watch it, I did and it was a mind scramble, speaking of scramble, that's what we were doing ascared for our lives. On our way to check out we were proud. Bob with a beautiful Northern Shoveler and a Pintail. Me with a Pintail and a Green Wing Teal. This parts for you Jiggity. Upon check out I was informed my Teal was not a Teal but another Pintail. In other words Fred The Poacher is back! Only 1 Pintail per person. Box of Black Cloud $17.50, Shooting more than your share of Pintail $150.00, Bagging a duck, literally, PRICELESS.


It's Raining Steel

Fred G. 3

Bob 2

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Poetry Moment

"Time To Kill"
by Bob Da Folder
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You packed up and left the truck over an hour ago.
Sometimes if the moon is still bright you don't even
need a headlamp to make your way out to the area
where you want to set up. It's cold out but the long
walk with the pack on makes you sweat inside your
waders and under all the layers. As you set your
decoys in the still water surrounding your blind, your
body cools and you can feel the chill in the air again.
Finally, with everything complete, it's time to wait
for sunrise.Just before the first light of day you can
hear the whistle of ducks flying near you. Wondering
what they are is almost torture. Are they the fat
greenies you hope to see again at first light, or are
they another brand, something you have never seen
before? Not long now till you start to make out shapes
and can see a little bit better as the sun comes closer
to the horizon. Now, as the other creatures of the woods
wake up and start to move around, you know that the
time is here. Time to kill.
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Circa 2006

A Call Out To All H7HT Members


Sure day one started off like any other hunting day. Wake up early if you slept at all, load up the truck, take a long walk carring heavy packs in the cool dark morning, then set the blind up throw out the blocks. After waiting a few minutes for the morning whistle to signal kill time and having your morning swig and smoke it's now time. It's what happens after that that is magical.
But YOU will never know unless you show up. Ever wake up and
have that feeling in your gut that you're missing it, it's because
you are.
You all recieved a membership hat, yet we never hear about any of your adventures see any of your photos and some of you never have made the effort to join us here in the great west.

You see we would like to put your adventures here on this fine blog to let all see what a fine team we are. So please, remember how you feel after reading and viewing our pictures, let's make it special for everyone.


Thanks For Your Time
Fred G. Co-founder Hoy 7 Hunting Team




Sauvie Island

The rush is already on for the annual waterfowl hunting permits at the Columbia River's Sauvie Island. Just 30 minutes from downtown Portland, where else could you find such good duck hunting this close to a major American city? The island is a 12,000-plus acre wildlife management area, owned and managed by the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. It's a major stopover and wintering area for 150,000 migratory ducks and geese each fall and winter, attracting 8,000 hunters who stand by their trusty bird dog and wait for the wings to flap. A special permit is required for hunting the island and because permits are limited, they disappear quickly. For the desperate hunter, there is a stand-by line every hunt morning from which unfilled reservations are filled on a first-come basis. Depending on the water level each year, there are a few designated blinds available, but to get one, plan on standing in line overnight. Game-bird hunters are required to carry a valid hunting license and must obtain a Harvest Information Program validation.

By BILL MILLER
for the Mail Tribune




Daily Harvest Report Click Here

Monday, October 13, 2008

Opening Day Nap 2008-2009


3:23 AM Opening Day

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Ambien Where You
Ducks Fly Over My House Awake
One Hour I Wake Up
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Sunday, October 12, 2008

401 Plan

If you had purchased $1,000 of Lehman Bros. stock one year ago, you would have $49 left.
With Wachovia, you would have $16.50 left.
With AIG, you would have less than $5 left.
But if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago,
drank all of the beer, then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND,
you would have had $214.
Based on the above,
the best current investment advice is to drink heavily and recycle.
It's called the 401-Keg plan.

Season 2008-2009 The Begining

Welcome Readers to the 2008-2009 season.
Things started off a little bit rocky due to the the happy folk who decided to build a park and bird observatory in our hunting area. But that wont slow us down. It's cold out side early this year, 42 degrees this morning. Ducks and geese flying over our houses at night is amazing. The number of ducks spotted during our scouting expeditions was the most we have ever seen this early. Things just seem to different. What lays in store for us this year? Well come back often and check in with us for this year is lined up to be the best one yet! The video, pictures and stories this year will amaze and tantalize you. Guns are cleaned bags are packed, we are ready, are you?

Keep throwing Out the Steel.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

It was the best of times.......


IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES.

So here it is, only 5 days until the opening day for the HOY7 hunting teams first day of the season. Scouting day if you will. We had already received bad news about Lisa's DEQ report, a failing grade for CO2 emissions, and a potentially costly repair on the horizon. Fred G took it in stride because he knows that she is merely trying to get some attention before the many miles we will put on her in the next few months. An appointment was made and plans were put in place to have her healthy and happy again in time for another stellar year of folding action.

The real disappointment was just around the corner, literally. We went to the old old spot for some preseason blind building and water level checking. Now, we knew full well that the parking area had been changed and a new lot was being built this summer but the extent of development was unexpected. As we walked through the woods on the same old trail we rounded the corner to find that a access trail had been built to accommodate the 'General Public'. (We hate the General Public) I can't begin to express our surprise at the graded and graveled trail stretching off into the distance toward the old old spot. And at the end, scant yards away from our established blind, a bird watching station complete with handicap accessible ramps and people friendly viewing areas.

Do you remember the old commercial with the Indian (feather not dot) shedding a tear for the rape and pillage of the land that he once loved? We felt his pain.

By our casual estimate this new development will bring in hundreds of people within yards of OUR spot. People with dogs to scare the ducks. People with binoculars to scope out our blinds. People with kids to play on the pristine shores. People with their filthy mouths and bad attitudes. Now here at the HOY7 hunting team we believe that all people have the right to enjoy the great outdoors, but not when it interferes with OUR enjoyment of the outdoors. Damn those people and their free access to OUR freedom.

So we discussed Eco Terrorism as an option. We mulled over sabotage of the parking area. Heck, even pungi sticks and pit traps were on the agenda. But in the end we just abandoned the old old spot for the time being. By the time the winter rolls around new options for blinds and folding areas will become available at the old old spot. Plus the water was really low.

We figured that the old new spot may be worth a look-see and Lisa obliged us with a trip down the road. Cutting brush and brambles along the way led us to believe that few had been out this way for a while and we were pleased to discover that at least the old new spot was undisturbed by the developers shovel. As we climbed down the embankment to the mighty Columbia we rounded a corner to find.......

Greenies. Big Greenies. Big Fat Greenies. Several Big Fat Greenies. Just hanging out eating some food and waiting for someone to shoot them. I have to confess, we're just the people to help them with that. Of course they flew away when we broke out of the cover of the willows but those trusting greenies came back and circled around at least 4 times looking for a place to land. We can't wait to see them on Monday. So we scoped a blind and set our timetables and gave a little shout out to how great this season is going to be. So stay tuned to this very Blog to see who folds the first duck ($10) and the first Greenie ($10) and the first banded duck ($50) and remember:
GBCH

Monday, October 06, 2008

Wedding Update.......

Gentle readers of the HOY7 hunting team Blog may I introduce to you Mr & Mrs William Henry Hopf.
It all happened out on Block Island, a small landing pad of earth off the coast of Rhode Island on the eastern seaboard. (Kind of like being in a tiny duck blind in the middle of a puddle.) Weather not withstanding, a good time was had by all and this couple is now working on producing ten to fifteen offspring to make the world safe for democracy and freedom. Heston bless you Brother and Kira.


P.S. To your left you will notice Al. I think he had one beer that night.