Day # 8 was only an hour old when the H7HTeam left the confines of smelly old Portland for the great open spaces of eastern Oregon. Leaving at 1:00 am for a hunting trip was new for us but thanks to the power of Boo-Koo (the mega energy drink sold exclusively at 7-11) sleep was not an issue. Amazingly, we arrived in time for the lottery and were rewarded with the only duck blind worth having, #7.
Fantasy: Following an amazing sunrise we folded ducks steadilly untill we
reached our bag limit with only the fattest Mallards.
Reality: Following an amazing sunrise we saw few ducks and fewer shots.
We left blind #7 before noon for the potentially shoulder crushing shooting
opportunities of blind #1.
Fantasy: Blind #1 filled with fat Mallards and we folded them faster than
Superman on laundry day.
Reality: Same as blind #1. Don't mess with the fantasy, we know the reality.
We learned somethig that day. Sometimes the best plannig and hard work don't always equal the end result you're looking for. That's okay because we spent the day in a terribly scenic and new place that few people are
willing to experience.
(pics are from there) The comeraderie and thrill of new hunting opportunities are what drives the Team to distant parts of the state and our limits of Boo-Koo consumption. And, at the end of the day, it's all about the experience, not the death toll.God Bless Charlton Heston.
P.S. All that stuff about the expierence is a bunch of crap. We wanted to
kill ducks.
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