Day 16 & 17

First off let me apoligize for the lack of posting here on the ole' H7HT blog. We have been rather busy with keeping the dream alive of hunting in the great Northwest and without the support of any new blood it is somewhat difficult. I will no longer try to get any other people to join us and we will soldier on by ourselves in the quest to slay ducks.

With that being said, here goes. Day 16 and 17. Of course you know the regimen of hunting at Sauvies island. Sky blasting and many hunters in a small area leads to frustration in our blind. On day 16 we were treated to the first sighting of a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever in the act of doing what comes naturally to them. He was looking for his masters duck. The limited ducks were flying to our right and the blind next to us was shooting at anything near them. We had few shots and folded no ducks that day but it sure was good to see a 'Toller' working out there. I met with the owner and talked to him about the poweress of the Toller and he confirmed my beliefs that the Toller is the dog for me. All I need is a breeder with pups, $3,000 and a bigger yard. We left in time to catch a good nap.

Day 17. Sauvies is dead. The recent rains here in the area have left many new lakes and puddles for ducks to land in, eat at and generally hang out in without coming anywhere near the spots we hunt. We went to the New Old spot in hopes of having the little bastards come to us. The water levels were up so high that we had only a few yards to slay in. (See today's pic.) Anything further would be foolish because we still don't have a boat to retrive with. That's okay because there were no ducks anywhere anyway. Stymied again.

GBCH