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
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?
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
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Your Attention Please....
Big Betty.
GBCH
Saturday, January 09, 2010
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."
Let'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.
III. 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