Sunday, January 31, 2010

Fred G. Master of camoflage.


lookin for the one they call Eazy

But here's a flash, they never sees me

Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark

except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation

and hear the scream of the one who got the lead penetration

Courtesy Eazy E,
Straight outta Compton.

My Year in a Nutshell

Shells- $25.00
Whikey- $75.00
H7HT Member- PRICELESS!

Well, this year was not so hot for myself. As I witnessed skyblasting, and well, blank skies today, I reflected on all the missed opportunities that could have put me into the teams record books. Today was truly a sad, yet, happy day. I hunted with Fred G. and saw him not earn the Expert title. However, with the falling of a comrade, emerged a man who has not had the title in years. Congratulations Bob. You're folding skills were to much for our Oregonian efforts. You are truly the forgotten son of Heston. With 0 kills on the season (wiping my tears), I hope CH will grace me with a fantastic winter steelhead season. More to follow................

Friday, January 29, 2010

It all comes down to this.....


With the "Expert" title clearly in hand I must take this opportunity to wish the other members of the HOY7 Hunting Team good luck this coming Sunday. They will attempt to take my title away by shooting to kill. Once again, 'good luck'.

As you may know I recently returned from the great state of Oregon where I had traveled to visit with my old friend and team member Fred G. We were able to hunt three consecutive days and planed to make the best of them because the season in Oregon is quickly coming to an end. The first day we were off to the Old New spot, an easy walk and good opener. We hiked out early and set up just as the sun broke the horizon. Of course we know the Old New spot better than any other hunters ans were able to secure the best spot by crossing a waist high water bar and traveling around to the far side. With the wind at our backs and the sun behind us as well we knew our spot was the best.

It took the better part of the day but some ducks did finally fly into our spread. I wasted no time in folding the Merganser that tried fly by. Unfortunately that was the only real action of the day. The picture below shows how gorgeous of a day it was out on the mighty Columbia and the duck that brought my "Expert" total to 6 ducks, an almost insurmountable lead. Stay tuned to hear about the rest of our days.

GBCH

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Why Machine?






I know you all are asking who is this The Machine you speak of? Well it's the man of AKA's, Cliffy. I think with his new representation he should be called "The Machine". Not only has he all year drank more whikey every time out, but he finished mine last time out!!!! It's true, he has brought more than enough chokes and always had the full bottle, The Machine is his name and crushing is is game.

















The latest news....


Have you heard that the season is over for Bob DaFolder? Well let me tell you something, NOTHING is over until Blutto says it is.

With my "Expert" status in jeopardy I must defend myself by hunting more days this season. As you can plainly see Fred G and Cliffy both have the opportunity to slay many more ducks this season. Regular readers will know that the best time to hunt in the Pacific Northwest is happening right now. All those pesky ducks from the north are making their way down south to rob convenience stores and sell meth to small children in your neighborhood. I, for one, will not tolerate this. Word on the street is that Greenie himself will be passing through the area on his way to his vacation home in Cabo San Lucas. A home paid for by illegal drugs and 'hush' money from the French Canadian Syndicate. The Hoy7 Hunting Team will do our part to stem the tide of dangerous waterfowl traveling the waterways and causing general mayhem, and I will gladly participate.

To that end look for me, Bob D, to be in PDX this next week. While there I will attempt to slay dangerous birds and of course, pad the totals of my "Expert" title. I may even have some of the delicious Vodka Sauce that comes from the best restaurant in the whole world 3 Doors Down Cafe. It's a well known fact, at 3DD the party is always on and the babes are always hot.

Game ON Greenie, Game ON!

GBCH

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Machine and I



Today was a day of firsts. Today The Machine and I took the boat out to Small McNary Lake. It was just as much a recon mission as it was an afternoon of hunting. Never hunting the lake before we wanted to head out during the daylight to get a little look see as to what we were getting our selves into. I show up at The Machines house at 930 and we head to the west side of Sauvies. Being a Sunday and also a very popular hunting day for the H7HT, Killing For the King, we are hoping to get a spot. When we arrive at the shack much to our surprise there are many spots available, McNary being one of them. We get to the launch pack up the boat and head out, a light rain is falling upon us. After about a 1/4 mile we find ourselves on a small island in the middle of the lake, with a little scouting we find an area where we could actually wade out about 30 yards and with the help of TJ a little farther. Also being on the island we were able to throw blocks out all around us.
It is about 11 am now and we have a very nice set up, we were looking good. After a few flybys there was nothing but high flying birds all day, a little wind would have been nice. We punch out at 4 with nothing but smiles on our faces, we just hunted with a boat, a boat that carried all of our stuff. There was no slaying today but there was some firsts and a lot of knowledge. After a few days I check the slay report and notice we were not missing it, the island has been slow. With the end being the 31st there is only5 more days left, only 2 ducks behind the Expert does not look so bad since his season is over. I'd put your money on me, remember last years ending at The Old New Spot. I'll be there tomorrow.
GBCH

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Bob D. Skiing again?


Yep!

Some freshies too.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Your Attention Please....


Bob DaFolder is proud to announce,
Big Betty.



You may remember Black Betty. Then Red Betty. Now Big Betty the newest addition to the HOY7 Hunting Team arsenal. Big is a 95 Eddie Bauer edition Ford F-150. It comes equipped with a 4" lift and 33" tires but most importantly it has a giant Smitty Built tube bumper and push bar. This will be used to run down dangerous green headed Mallards as they try to block the roadways around Northern Idaho. Wish us luck as we embark upon a new partnership of "Expert" Slayer and Monster Truck of "Expert" Slayer. (Oh, and please send money to the H7HT charity. I think it gets about 9 mpg.)
GBCH

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Bob D. Snowshoeing again?

Yep. Just down the road.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

From our friends at DU

The 10 Commandments of Public Waterfowling

Rules to live by whenever you're hunting public land

by M.D. Johnson

Just mention the word "public" to any waterfowl hunter who's been around the block a couple seasons and you'll get an instant reaction. "Been there, done that," he'll say. "Too crowded. And too many yahoos." Chances are he'll continue. "Won't be doing that again."

Mallard hen landingLet's face it: Any of you who have spent any time at all duck hunting on public land have had at least one bad experience. There's always the guy who calls nonstop (and not well at that), the skybusters and the guys who believe in the Wall of Steel theory of shotgunning. And then there's the wonderful gentlemen who motor through your spread 5 minutes before shooting time and begin setting up 50 yards downwind. It's enough to make anyone get out from behind his blind and explain the situation in its entirety to this... well, fellow hunter.


The 10 Commandments

In our book, Successful Duck Hunting: A look into the heart of waterfowling, we built an entire chapter around the 10 commandments as they apply to duck hunting on public areas. And to be honest, I think they're worth repeating here, not only as rules of conduct, but also as guidelines that can both help you more effectively and efficiently hunt our nation's public wetlands. They also could elevate your level of enjoyment about the experience as a whole. After all, isn't that what it's all about – enjoying ourselves?

I. Thou shalt not shoot another man's swing – If your neighbor's working a flock that passes over your blind within range, let them go. It's common courtesy, and you never know when that neighbor's going to be built like Stone Cold Steve Austin and have a temper like Russell Crowe.

II. Thou shall allow ample space between thyself and others – This one's simple: Unless you're both willing to partner up, give the next guy room. And in most parts of the country, 50 yards isn't considered enough.

Hunter and dogIII. Thou shalt know the effective range of thy own 'fowling piece – They're called skybusters, these pseudo-hunters who shoot at anything within eyesight, and they rank right up there with Osama bin Laden.

IV. Thou shalt not blow a duck call nonstop, nor at every bird and beast – Sure, you paid $20 for it, but that doesn't mean you have to get $20 out of it every trip into the field, does it? Remember the immortal words of legendary outdoor writer Nash Buckingham: "A duck call in the hands of the unskilled is conservation's greatest asset."

V. Thou shalt set up and tear down quickly and efficiently – In other words, don't putter through the decoy spreads 5 minutes before shooting time or lolly-gag in your blocks for an hour just because you have to be back to work at 9 a.m.

VI. Thou shalt clean thy kill neither at the ramp nor in the parking lot – We as hunters need to realize that a lot of non-consumptive users – birdwatchers, photographers, hikers, school groups – use our nation's public areas, and that the image we leave at the ramp or in the parking lot reflects on us as a whole.

VII. Thou shalt be familiar with and abide by waterfowl regulations – Another no-brainer. Ignorance, says the wildlife officer, is no excuse; however, it can come with a hefty fine.

VIII. Thou shalt know the area boundaries, and though tempted, stay within them – This one's not only a public relations issue, but a legal one as well. If it's marked Keep Out... well, then, KEEP OUT.

IX. Thou shalt leave thy temper at home – Think about it. Do you really want to get into a shouting match with a complete stranger that you know has a gun? Enough said.

X. Thou shalt work harder than most – Nowhere in the world does the old adage, "Hard work and perseverance will be rewarded," hold truer than the realm of the public-land waterfowler. Do your homework and go that extra two miles, and you may have that mallard hole to yourself.

Idaho: Day 14


This morning was foggy with a heavy wet snow falling. Dallas once again could not make the trip to Anderson Lake and I was alone but had a plan for the day. Since the last outing went so well without calling I chose not to use my formidable calling skills to bring the greenies in. I would let them come to me. They did not. In fact the only ducks I saw were flying way over my head and did not even look my way. Maybe if I had a duck call?

While getting colder and wetter some geese decided to check out my area. They made two passes around my left flank and settled in on the ground about 50 - 60 yards away. I watched them as they rested. On the outside of the group members stood guard, awake and alert to any danger. Those geese in the middle took a head under the wing nap. Off in the distance I noticed a fox out on the lake ice seemingly unaware of the geese, maybe he was not interested. After another 1/2 hour I was sufficiently cold and wet enough and decided to pack it up. I got up to go and the geese immediately started squawking and took flight away from me across the lake. As I watched them go I noticed the fox, now about 20 yards from the geese in the brush. He looked at me and trotted away. Sorry Dude.

GBCH

Friday, January 01, 2010

I'm Trying!!

I woke up and was going to take the driftboat out to McNary to do some scouting, but the wind was howling and I was not going to deal with getting pushed around all afternoon. So instead, I drove to eastside just to see what was available. I roll in and I spot the tags for Johnson 6 and 7. The whole lake to myself. Seeing that 7 was a short walk, I go to snag it when the gentleman behind the counter urges me to take 6. "It's not that much farther and you'll find better cover", he says. Alright, 6 it is. With 6 deeks and no chair, I strum my way to the backside of the lake, set my spread and take cover. 5 minutes goes by and it starts pouring, I mean dumping. 4 hours later, after standing in the rain, I pack it up. Pretty spot, no ducks, like the title says.