Pay Up Sucker!

Well there it is!
Photographic proof that I paid my debt to the great and powerful expert, Fred G.
Hey, 50 bucks is 50 bucks.
GBCH

The Reason......

The Giants are 11-1.
It's all about the fans. Here you see some hardcore fans of the World Champion New York Giants. Coming together from many different places and walks of life as only good people can to support the Giants.
I recently traveled to Phoenix AZ. to meet with my crew of fellow fans to root on the Giants in their bid for yet another Super Bowl title. A good time was had by all, with the possible exception of the thousands of Cardinal fans who had to witness the humiliating defeat of their team by what can only be described as the most dominant team in the NFL.

Happy Thanksgiving

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Today We Be Chillin

Happy Thanksgiving From the Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Bob D. and Fred G.

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Day Seven East Side

Oh thank heaven, for day seven. While Bob was away slaying Cardinals, way to go Bob, I left for the east side at an early 11pm. To my surprise the line was even longer than the first time we did an overnight. I awoke at 5 am to a brisk clear morning. As the line was moving I could sense Lis was not feeling right. Anyway I get to the shack and not much was left believe it or not, I was lucky enough to land Mudhen 7. What a beautiful morning it was, the moon and sun rising in the same sky, and brisk . Remember how every year we bitch and moan about Sauvies Island, well here it comes. As I'm walking out I pass by blind 6, I give them a "morning" and a dog barks, then a guy says "quiet!" then "here!" "OFG", I think I could see how this morning is going to go. Sauvies is a great place to hunt, lots of water, nice blinds, and a lot of action. Problem is birds are weary due to the constant shooting and calling. People taking shots at 70, 80, and even 100 yards. Today was no different. But there was one difference today, today I was able to work some ducks into my spread, until a dog barked every time and make the ducks flair. I think the dogs name was God Damn It, cause that's all I heard from down there. " God Damn It get back" "God Damn It be quiet". Here's a little something to all you people who think it would be great and cool to bring your dog hunting with you. Yes it would be cool if your dog was trained properly before you bring it out to a large populous area. Bring it out to a small out of the way area like Twin Falls and train the dog properly. I was fortunate to land a nice Pintail today, with one shot, committed to my spread, and also two more solid shots but missed. But those shots were two committed ducks. After a great morn- ing the sky was blue and calm. I called it. I get back to the shack and check out and driving away I notice Lisa was still not feeling well, I asked her if she could make it off the island and she said she couldn't. So Lis is back at the doctors. May Heston lay his hands on her. Get well Lis. That's my day, day seven, Bob was away and I did slay but he will be back with the team on Wednesday. Stay Tuned.


Fred G. Out From the East Side

Thumbs Up Bob!

This picture is old...VERY OLD! Look at that haircut for Heston sake. I also think Bob was on the "Fruit Punch" diet. Anyway this picture was a long time ago, but it still holds meaning. Two BFL's hanging out on a fine summer day getting in a round, swinging the sticks together. But what the picture does not say is, those are not my sticks and also why is Bob not wearing shoes? Well truth be told and I know it's kind of unbelievable I lost that day. I lost that day and there was a betski on the line. Simple, who ever looses has to clean the others sticks and shoes. Well like I said, I lost, I lost THAT DAY, I paid up, begrudgingly, I paid off that bet that day. (see day2) What a great day it was. Two BFL's, one bet, one guy cleaning sticks and shoes.

Because of this? Part II

How is this fair?
My Boss Man has called an all staff meeting for this Wednesday morning at 7:30 am. My day off. The day I should go hunting with my H7HT teammate Fred G. (See his picture last Monday at the Old New spot taken by Cecil B. DaFolder) I must take pause and ask "How is this fair?"
It's not.
We don't have many chances to hunt the Sandy River delta without the company of lesser hunters any more and this one is slipping through our hands. If only we hit the Megabucks jackpot like we are supposed to have done by now we would be much better off. No more interruptions to the hunting schedule, no more sharing with the masses, no more 'down days'. Oh well, just wait till next week eh?
Not so fast my friends. Next Monday I will be traveling back from New Mexico where I am slated to have a sit down with H7HT member Stevearino to try to talk him into hunting with the H7HT this season. Isn't it sad the legenths we must go to in order to get our friends to hunt with us? You should be ashamed. Of course I will also be there in the desert to watch the Super Bowl champion New York Football Giants beat up on the Arizona 'angry chicken' Cardinals. See you next time around.
GBCH

Day Six

Some times pictures and videos are worth seven words

Because of this?

I'm missin' it?
Just because I work at a ski shop and just because this is the time of year and just because I must earn a living I'm missin' it? Not fair at all.

Wednesday has come and gone and I should have gone hunting with my H7HT pal Fred G. But NOOOOOO. I have to go pack up my shop and drag all the crap to the Expo Center and sell it to cheap bastards that want to haggle with me. The only haggling I should have to do is with the warden when I shoot 8 ducks instead of the bag limit of 7.
"Sir, I swear that I shot the last two with one shell. How could I know I was going to shoot two with one shot? That's nearly impossible."
All because of this?
GBCH.

Day 5 West Side

Low and behold a burly sound coming down my street at 4 am. I am in my basement packing and it sounds like a tank stops outside my house! Bob my buddy will be doing the driving today, so I'm in my basement filling my bottle to the rim, not with Brim. Bob has a fine new to him Bronco II. It is perfect and he loves it, why? "I love this truck cause I don't even have to wash it" or "hey if you need more space to pack that bag just do it on the hood" or don't worry about the mud on your boots I'm not gonna vacuum anyway" are just a few things he utters. We arrive at the West Side Yo! at 5 am. The West Side is the poker chip side, where as everyone in your truck picks a poker chip with a number on it and you keep the lowest number. I always pick the lowest number, not this time. Bob draws 26 which is good for 6th pick of blinds. We choose Mud lake 4. Mud Lake is a fairly large lake with about 12 hunting areas spaced about 150-200 yards apart. We hike out to the blind, it's rough, there is not much set up for you like on the East side where they actually have set blinds. On the West Side you are assigned a pole, and you have 40 yards on each side of the pole to set your blind and throw out your blocks. We discuss what the pattern of the blocks should be, and where a blind would best suit us. We get to work, Bob throws out the blocks I get to work on a blind, per usual. The morning was beautiful, hard to beat a sunrise over Mud Lake with about 100,000 geese taking flight with a smattering of ducks, the noise is sometimes deafening. Killing time is 6:33. The screaming geese now transforms into the sound track of Saving Private Ryan. Silhouettes of birds flying overhead, grown men blowing into toy horns trying to sound more real than the next, and the bang of 12 gauges. The slight rain is a welcoming silence. After a few morning chances, all taken with no results Bob notices that no one is using a "roto" duck. So Bob unpacks it and sets it out, the sun now breaking through the clouds and shinning upon our spread, we call it being "all lit up," we look good. It's early afternoon now and things are starting to slow down, we coheres in a few ducks with the rotto and a few more chances are blown. Lunch is had and it is delicious. My mouth is alive with flavor Bobs eyes are filled with sleep. I move down and pick a post under a tree along the water. After a few some speedy Teal fly in, bamo! 1 shot fold. Bob awakes to find me wading out of the lake with a Teal I called Face. After a friendly visit from our local game warden a little more whikey we pack it up. Another great day, sunrise, sammy, folding and weather...in that order.

From the West Side

Fred G.

George W. Bushisms

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"I'm honored to shake the hand of a brave Iraqi citizen

who just had his hand cut off by Saddam Hussein"

------Washington, D.C.; May 25 204

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BOCA NEGRA

12 oz. semisweet chocolate
1 1/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup bourbon
1/2 pound unsalted butter, cut into pieces
5 large eggs
1 1/2 tablespoons flour

all ingredients at room temperature

Pre heat oven to 350. Line a 9 inch round greased cake pan with parchment. Place chocolate in a medium bowl. In a saucepan combine 1 cup sugar and bourbon, cook over medium heat stirring until sugar dissolves and bring to a simmer. Add butter piece by piece off heat until all butter is incorporated. Pour over chocolate and cover bowl with plastic wrap. Let sit 3-5 minutes, then stir until incorporated and smooth. In a medium bowl whisk together the remaining 1/3 cup of sugar and eggs beat until slightly thick then incorporate into the chocolate mixture. Whisk in flour. Pour into prepared cake pan and bake for 30-45 minutes in a water bath. A dry thin crust should be apparent. When done remove from water and chill for 20 minutes then cover with plastic wrap and invert cake onto a flat plate remove parchment paper and invert again onto a serving platter. Serve at room temperature.

And now a message from....

The secret police. We are coming for your guns. Now that you have elected your Liberal Anti Gun Leader we are forming our ranks. We are getting our funding. We are coming to YOUR house. Gimme your guns, they will be illegal soon anyway.
Love,
The Secret Police.








This message has been brought to you by Mr. President.

Happy Birthdday Cliffy.

Sure enough, the man you see hiding behind the bulletproof glass of his hunting vehicle is none other than Cliffy V. Not only is he a Charter member in good standing of the world famous HOY7 Hunting team, he is also a year older and wiser. When asked what he wanted more than anything else for his birthday Cliffy responded "I want to slay ducks with my H7HT teammates." Good choice Cliffy!

We proceeded to the Old New spot on day 4 for some huntin' and killin' action. A few morning fly by ducks and a few shots later there was nothing to add to the leaders board but a good time was had by all. I think we all especailly liked the naps as it was quite a good party the night before. Thanks for sharing your birthday with us at the HOY7 Hunting Team, and thanks for making lunch for us too.
GBCH