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Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Things in my neighborhood
In this installment of the ongoing series, things in my neighborhood, I present to you the image of Coconut Joe. This was taken in my backyard as Coconut was pilfering water from my hose for his personal use. Seems that years ago Joe was a normal guy leading an average life. Then one day he happened to fall from the back of a pickup truck while traveling down the highway, in the process hitting his 'coconut' and g
iving him the 'Dain Brammage' he wears to this day. As backyard neighbors we have come to accept Coconut's .0004 MPH staggering around his backyard and his roommate, who we call 'Tamale Joe', wandering around wrangling his cats. This week however held a new development.
The other day Coconut came to my yard asking if I could fill his empty Sunny D jug with water. Not a big deal as they are working on the sewers on my street and have all the lines dug up. I figured every man needs water and gave him some high quality H2O from our tap. Next thing you know we come home to find him in the backyard decoupling my hose from the sprinkler. Turns out Coconut has not paid his water bill for months and they have shut it off, leaving me as the closest source of water. Now I'm not the type of guy to leave a man without water so I have agreed to leave my hose in the back yard so he can hydrate until he pays his bill and has water of his own. The unfortunate side effect is that I have this sight on a regular basis. As my girl plainly stated "I thought we moved out of the city to get away from crazy guys who smell like pee." Sweet!
GBCH
iving him the 'Dain Brammage' he wears to this day. As backyard neighbors we have come to accept Coconut's .0004 MPH staggering around his backyard and his roommate, who we call 'Tamale Joe', wandering around wrangling his cats. This week however held a new development.The other day Coconut came to my yard asking if I could fill his empty Sunny D jug with water. Not a big deal as they are working on the sewers on my street and have all the lines dug up. I figured every man needs water and gave him some high quality H2O from our tap. Next thing you know we come home to find him in the backyard decoupling my hose from the sprinkler. Turns out Coconut has not paid his water bill for months and they have shut it off, leaving me as the closest source of water. Now I'm not the type of guy to leave a man without water so I have agreed to leave my hose in the back yard so he can hydrate until he pays his bill and has water of his own. The unfortunate side effect is that I have this sight on a regular basis. As my girl plainly stated "I thought we moved out of the city to get away from crazy guys who smell like pee." Sweet!
GBCH
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Lore
While perusing older post, which I often do cause our stuff is that good, I came across
this one which kinda has relevance to the past month or so. Enjoy, I did.
Day ten was a reminder why you need to keep pace with the HOY7 hunting team.
Today we were joined by founding member and resident 2nd place killing machine "Cliffy" V. We set out early on Thanksgiving day to secure our spot at the legendary twin falls location on the mighty Columbia river. We arrived to the parking lot alone and in sole possession of the best spot possible. After a harrowing 2 minute walk we made it to the water and started the decoy setting and blind building process. With those tasks complete we were able to enjoy some time to sit and reflect on the days folding potential as there was still 30 - 45 minutes before sunrise.
Not long into the days events the picture above was taken. It shows Cliffy in a sad display of what happens when you come ill prepared for a H7HT outing. Out of wikki and out of treats. Fortunately his teammates were able to keep the machine going with some smooth 12 year wikki and delicious smokes. The day was saved.
Although we saw few ducks today and were only able to take a shot at a rebel decoy trying to escape, Cliffy learned something. Hunting umbrellas are quite possibly the finest invention to come out of Fred Gs' massive head. I like to think he will also be better prepared for our next outing as well. There you have it, every day a new lesson.
GBCH
Today we were joined by founding member and resident 2nd place killing machine "Cliffy" V. We set out early on Thanksgiving day to secure our spot at the legendary twin falls location on the mighty Columbia river. We arrived to the parking lot alone and in sole possession of the best spot possible. After a harrowing 2 minute walk we made it to the water and started the decoy setting and blind building process. With those tasks complete we were able to enjoy some time to sit and reflect on the days folding potential as there was still 30 - 45 minutes before sunrise.
Not long into the days events the picture above was taken. It shows Cliffy in a sad display of what happens when you come ill prepared for a H7HT outing. Out of wikki and out of treats. Fortunately his teammates were able to keep the machine going with some smooth 12 year wikki and delicious smokes. The day was saved.
Although we saw few ducks today and were only able to take a shot at a rebel decoy trying to escape, Cliffy learned something. Hunting umbrellas are quite possibly the finest invention to come out of Fred Gs' massive head. I like to think he will also be better prepared for our next outing as well. There you have it, every day a new lesson.
GBCH
Monday, August 16, 2010
Last Day 0f Hunting Season 2010
No words could be spoken about this day, Cliffy with excess. There I said it, excess. The dictionary defines excess as: "having more than necessary, permitted or desirable". It also states that excess is "lack of moderation in an activity", such as drinking. It also states that excess is "the action of exceeding the permitted limit." Charlton bless you Cliffy you hit all three. May you always have an excess, and long may you slay.Monday, August 09, 2010
August tenth, two thousand & ten
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED G !!! How about a nice Rossini's Pizza for your special day?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED G! How about a nice Fudgie the Whale for desert?Monday, August 02, 2010
Heston, is that you?
So there I am the other night trying to deal with my 'fever' problem. I decided to take a quick look at the petfinder website and see what they may have available in the way of Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retrievers when something catches my eye. Seems right here at the local kennel they have a young Flat Coated Retriever with the unfortunate name of Beauty. Good looking dog, nice temperament, right size and 1/2 mile away. So I decided to give a call and see if we could meet the dog and take her for a test drive.
Straight off this dog has some major hurdles to overcome. Not a Toller, not a puppy, trained by someone else and possessed of a stupid name. So we get to the shelter and the first thing the dog does is jump up on me, great. I try to take this as a sign that the dog likes me and not think about how long it takes to un-train a dog of bad habits. Off we go for a walk and things are going well. She pulls on the leash hard and she likes running the brush and seems to be searching for scent. Then we take her back to my place and introduce her to the neighbor dog Morgan, a 2 year old mastiff, and they get along swimmingly. Playing hard and drinking from the same bowl together, good stuff. Next it's up into the truck where she seems to understand 'in the back' and is very excited to be going on a trip, alright then. A short drive to the gun range and while we are walking around someone takes some big rifle shots that don't seem
to phase her a bit, sweet. Down to the creek and right into the water she goes, things are looking good.
After that we drive back to my house and go into the neighbors fenced back yard. All this time I have had the dog on the leash and I completely understand that neither she or I know her name. Time for the most important test. I throw a ball, she chases, picks it up.... drops it. Dog does not seem to care about the ball. After several tries I realize that this retriever is not a retriever. What the hell? Also the whole time we are trying this she seems to be looking for a way to get out of the yard and pays no attention to me trying to engage her. I get the feeling if I ever let her off leash she would bolt and never return. I sit quietly and the dog never even looks at me, the whole time seeming to be searching for something else, what I don't know. Sorry, not my dog.
So there is the sad story of Beauty the Flat Coated Retriever who does not retrieve. If anyone is looking for a running partner I know a great dog.
Straight off this dog has some major hurdles to overcome. Not a Toller, not a puppy, trained by someone else and possessed of a stupid name. So we get to the shelter and the first thing the dog does is jump up on me, great. I try to take this as a sign that the dog likes me and not think about how long it takes to un-train a dog of bad habits. Off we go for a walk and things are going well. She pulls on the leash hard and she likes running the brush and seems to be searching for scent. Then we take her back to my place and introduce her to the neighbor dog Morgan, a 2 year old mastiff, and they get along swimmingly. Playing hard and drinking from the same bowl together, good stuff. Next it's up into the truck where she seems to understand 'in the back' and is very excited to be going on a trip, alright then. A short drive to the gun range and while we are walking around someone takes some big rifle shots that don't seem
to phase her a bit, sweet. Down to the creek and right into the water she goes, things are looking good.After that we drive back to my house and go into the neighbors fenced back yard. All this time I have had the dog on the leash and I completely understand that neither she or I know her name. Time for the most important test. I throw a ball, she chases, picks it up.... drops it. Dog does not seem to care about the ball. After several tries I realize that this retriever is not a retriever. What the hell? Also the whole time we are trying this she seems to be looking for a way to get out of the yard and pays no attention to me trying to engage her. I get the feeling if I ever let her off leash she would bolt and never return. I sit quietly and the dog never even looks at me, the whole time seeming to be searching for something else, what I don't know. Sorry, not my dog.
So there is the sad story of Beauty the Flat Coated Retriever who does not retrieve. If anyone is looking for a running partner I know a great dog.
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