Idaho: Day 3

Day 3 started like no other day before. Expectations were high because I was scheduled to hunt a flooded rice field with a pit blind. We even had to take a boat to get there because it was on the other side of the river and inaccessible to anyone without one. Holy Crap! this is going to be great! It was going to be so good in fact, I called my former hunting partner Fred G. It seems as though Fred has some kind of knee problem. He has Ebola of the knee, Plague to the ACL, Hernia of the patella or some shit like that. Good thing he was self medicating or else he may have made me try to feel bad about the fact that I was going to hunt a flooded rice field. Instead he gave me his blessing and made sure I felt good about hunting without him. (and if you believe that...)

I met Dallas and another co-worker named John at the local IGA and we headed out at 4AM. It was foggy and fairly cold when we put the boat in the water and were led to the take-out spot by another group of affiliated hunters who also had a boat and another spot. We walked to the left like we were told. But due to the darkness and the fog, I think we walked in circles until we were stuck in the mud. At any rate, we were hosed. When the sun finally came up we saw...

I pause at this time to ask a basic cooking question. One that everyone should know the answer to. What is one essential ingredient to making rice, outside of fire? (we all know if fire was necessary that I am the master of the one match fire) If you said 'water' you would be a winner. There was no water anywhere. Now, another question. If you wanted to slay ducks what is one essential ingredient? Good guess. Water. And finally if ducks wanted to fly near you what would they wast to see? Yep, you guessed it, water.

So there it is. Water, water, water. My picture will reflect the conditions we were in that day. We got back in the boat and met the other 3 hunters who were sitting in a mud puddle waiting for duck to fly also. The only thing that made them more pathetic than us is that they stayed and waited. We got back in the boat and left for home where I made it in time to watch the Giants get destroyed but the Cardinals. The Freakin' Cardinals!

Now some would say that it was a waste of a day. But I say to you; it was GREAT. Never feel bad about the opportunity to hunt a new place, to see new things and to slay new ducks. Next time is going to be great. Now let's take this time to wish Fred G a speedy recovery so that he may have his chance to prove to all of us that he is the EXPERT and pray to Heston that I will get there first.

GBCH

Permanent Disability Permit Information

Permanent Disability Permit Information
Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit (pdf)
In order to be considered a person with a disability under the wildlife laws, a person shall provide either:
1. Written certification from a licensed physician, physician assistant or nurse practitioner which states that the applicant:
is permanently unable to walk without the use of, or assistance from, a brace, cane, crutch, prosthetic device, wheelchair, scooter or walker;
is restricted by lung disease to the extent that the person's forced expiratory volume for one second, when measured by a spirometer, is less than 35 percent predicted, or arterial oxygen tension is less than 55 mm/Hg on room air at rest;
has a cardiac condition to the extent that the person's functional limitations are classified in severity as Class III or Class IV, according to standards established by the American Heart Association
has a permanent, physical impairment that prevents the person from holding or shooting a firearm or bow or from holding a fishing for in hand; or
has central visual acuity that permanently does not exceed 20/200 in the better eye with corrective lenses, or the widest diameter of the visual field is no greater than 20 degrees; or
2. Written proof that the last official certification of record by the United States Department of Veterans Affairs or any branch of the Armed Forces of the United States shows the person to be at least 65% disabled (ORS 496.018)
The "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit" is not a license or tag. Hunters must still obtain a hunting and apply for and/or purchase appropriate tags prior to specified tag sale deadlines to hunt in controlled and general big game seasons. You must be in possession of your "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit", license, and tag while you are hunting (even holders of a Disabled Veteran/Pioneer license and tag). All license and tag fees are at regular rates. In addition you may only hunt in the time period specified for the tag you possess. Holders of a Disabled Veterans/Pioneer elk tag must also possess an "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit" to be eligible for an expanded bag limit or to hunt from a parked motor vehicle. An "Oregon Disabilities hunting and Fishing Permit" does not allow the permit holder to travel on any closed road by means of a motor-propelled vehicle.

OVER?

Day Two 2009

Curiosity. Curiosity is what over came me the next day. Last year we saw ducks while scouting in the afternoon and this year we saw ducks while scouting in the afternoon. Was I missing it? After a relaxing day I decide to pack up and head out to the Old New Spot, maybe the time to hunt is in the afternoon, maybe it's a spot where the ducks like to settle down for the night. I arrive at 1pm, I make my way out and would you not believe it but there was a truck in the lot, a truck in the lot on a Monday and a Sauvies day no less. Well I hike it out and luckily the spot I wanted was vacant. I set out some blocks and build a small blind. It's a commando day, a day when I go in with minimal equipment. 10 blocks a gun and a few condiments. The afternoon was beautiful, my blocks lit up and a small west wind. In a while 3 ducks fly over my head from behind, almost perfect, I forgot my calls no way of getting them back. Damn! After a few more hours I decide to pack it up. It's four o'clock, maybe I could catch the end of the Yankee game. Hiking out hoping Bob has just a good day if not better tomorrow.

Day One 2009 Pictures

Day One 2009

Day One. Like stated before things have changed. Me and Cliffy, Opening day at Old New Spot on a Sunday. We arrived at 615 am after convincing Cliffy we were better off to have him drive, sorry Lisa. We arrived to find 10 trucks at the Old New Spot, you heard that right 10 trucks! Is this the the New Hot Spot? What up?! After a short hike we make our way to the slough, head lamps were everywhere, we make our way down to the original spot Bob and I carved out years ago. After Cliffy threw out the blocks, in an awesome pattern by the way, and I build the blind we settle in. The morning firsts start, first drink, first smoke, first drink to other founding member Bob, first drink for first plane overhead, and so forth and so on you get the picture. A beautiful morning ensued. Sunrise pink and bold over Mt. Hood a light fog over the water. Just as all other first days the action was slim if damn near non existent. Me with a slight case of the flu was finding hard to keep up with Cliffy, I napped, I drank water, I napped some more. Cliffy made an awesome first day lunch, may have been the best ever, roasted pork tenderloin with a roasted pepper, eggplant, and artichoke salad, it was seasoned perfectly. Thanks Cliff. After a huge displacement I was ready, back in the game. But by then it was far to late though, the weather changed to clear and warm, the wind was still. After another hour or so we packed it up, it was not an awesome slay day, we only saw on duck, but still we were hunting, we were hunting as a team.

Picture was taken just before we left

to show just how much larger than me,

some things do change

GBCH

Day two in the great State of Idaho. I went to the same place for day two that I did for day one. Anderson Lake just outside of Harrison Idaho is a good size lake located just to the south east of Lake Coeur de Lane, a huge lake in the North of the state. Today was different though. I went with my co-worker Dallas, an ex-cop and father of 10 kids, now selling way more cars than I do.

We left in time to get set up in a better spot than last week with better cover and a nice shooting lane. Unfortunately for us the few ducks that did fly near us were mainly Teal or Wigeon and I don't have a Teal Whistle. That situation will be resolved next week. Some different decoys would be nice too, but as we all know, I only shoot Greenies.

Dallas made good company but nothing compares to a full blown member of the HOY7 Hunting Team to go with. I did not extend a membership to him, after all he brought no Whiskey. So..... the money is still out there folks and Fred G hunts today! Stay tuned.

GBCH

And now; a message form Jenny X

"Hey Greenie I may have a new tool in the safe (that may be Italian) to take you out of the sky. More info to come with pics.
EDX
(just went to the local DU dinner can you say WINNA! Bitch)"

Guest Editor

HA!

It is I Greenie, and I RULE!

I see you ignorant hunters have split up as to increase the odds of finding me this year. Let me tell you that you have no chance of finding me. I am far too fast and far too smart to let poor shots such as yourselves get near me. Your stupid Italian guns are as impotent in Idaho as they are in Oregon, and I can see you clearly in the bright sunny fall days. Nice try at concealment fools.

I can only hope that you don't bring out the "hunting umbrella" again as I may give away my position from the cackling I won't be able to suppress. And Idaho! What kind of backwards state is that? I only visit there when I need to impregnate retarded hens. Good luck Losers!

I quack in your general direction.

I am Greenie, and I RULE!

Why Would Anything Be Different?

It's the Hoy 7 Hunting Team, why would any first day start off like the first? "Go to bed Fred" "Fred go to bed you have to get up early" is all I heard till 2 am. Now as I sit here waitin for the coffee to brew I understand what people were talkin about. Go to bed means just that. Some people call it hittin the the hay or a good night sleep, I don't think I hit the hay or even got a good night sleep. It will not deter me though, coffee smells great and I'm just as hammered as before I went tot bed. So why would this day start off any different? I just hope I don't break anything before Andy picks me up. Oh yea, did I mention "dad is great he made us chocolate cake"?

A Brief Summer Interlude

Do I Have No Shame?

They Saw Us.......They Did Not Care

YET!

Buy a Truck, I'll kill a Duck

Check out this new Dodge Ram 1500 Laramie Club Cab Short bed.

Awesome right?

Surely someone out there reading the Blog needs this?

#1. Buy this truck.

#2. I make $180.

#3. I invest $180 into shooting ducks here in Idaho

Everybody wins in this scenario, including the ducks. Remember they are EVIL, and as such, need to be destroyed.

Contact Bob D. at Extension 1107

GBCH

Victims of Changes...Or Not

Sometimes things change and sometimes not. Sunday Andy and I went to the New Old Spot to check out the water levels and possible blind selections for this Mondays upcoming opening day. As we hiked in trimming back pricker bushes and blazing a new trail, thanks to the deer, we reflected on years past. We talked of the times we made the same walk, to the same spots, about the anticipation we always felt on the way in and the gratification on the way out. Today was the same, just like many other days from the past. The lay of the land always changes, sometimes it's the growth of new trees and grasses, sometimes water will make an inlet that was not there before. This year the Hoy 7 Hunting Team is embarking on new traditions, it's going to be our first year with out the co-founder Bob. No he's not dead but he has moved on to bigger and better things in his life. We wish him well. Also hunting on the Lord Hestons day will become the some what of a norm. Things that have not changed is Fred G's sponsor of Jameson Irish Whiskey, Lisa still stronger than ever, and surely Sauvies Island will be for skybusters, even though they made a new law, some things just have to stay the same thank Heston. Lisa has a new and improved bed, made of top notch wood and sturdy 3/4 inch plywood, looking forward to some real early mornings at Sauvies. With lots of new equipment at the ready and so are we, Andy and Myself, we are ready to cast out old demons in search of new. Come back often and stay informed, some things may have changed this year...or not.

Tradition

"Time To Kill"
by
Bob DaFolder

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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

The First Day of My Season.

Yesterday was the first day of my hunting season. It went exactly like most first days of the season except I did see ducks in the morning. On the advice of a duck hunting co-worker I drove to Anderson Lake outside of Harrison Idaho, about an hour drive from the house. I set up on the point of a jetti in some low grasses.

Before shooting time many ducks flew but shortly after sunrise the tempatures warmed up and the bastards disappeared to the wildlife refuge on the other side of the roadway. This was my view of the jetti I hunted.

I'd love to tell you that I had a great morning hunting out here in the wilds of Idaho, and I did enjoy it, but there was something missing. Nobody to share the day with. Sadness. Well I guess that can only mean one thing, time to step up members of the HOY7 Hunting Team. Come and visit Bob D in Idaho and shoot some greenies.

GBCH