This stuff is just too good to forget, enjoy......
Welcome to day three of the HOY7 hunting team update.
First off I would like to welcome a new member to the team, Mr. Benelli Nova
pump. He comes outfitted with the Max 4 HD camo and the uncanny ability to
accept the larger and more powerfull 3&1/2 inch shells. They make for a
better bruise on the shoulder as well as improved duck folding power.
Today was an off day for the fantastic hunting at the permit areas of
Sauvies island. We decided, in our infinite wisdom, to go to the North Unit
of Sauvies instead of the regular old spot. (Remember that last week the
old spot had no action whatsoever.) Thinking that that is where the
birds are this early in the season we planed to get yet another early start so
that we would have time to find and set up a great new blind.
There are however, some things our infinite wisdom do not cover. Water.
After hiking to some private property, a dry lakebed, and through prickers
and brush we found the best of all possible spots, a puddle the size of a
duck, maybe two. Then we encountered another thing the wisdom didn't
expect. Mud. Bootsucking thick-ass mud. We found out that wearing a heavy
pack, waders and mud make for a fun excersize in being hopelessly stuck.
The next half hour or so we learned how to move two steps in the mud.
Much later, back at the car we congratulated ourselfs on being the best duck
hunters ever. Someday I may even load my new gun and see some ducks to shoot at, untill then, word.
God Bless Charlton Heston.
Hello Friends.
First off I would like to welcome a new member to the team, Mr. Benelli Nova
pump. He comes outfitted with the Max 4 HD camo and the uncanny ability to
accept the larger and more powerfull 3&1/2 inch shells. They make for a
better bruise on the shoulder as well as improved duck folding power.
Today was an off day for the fantastic hunting at the permit areas of
Sauvies island. We decided, in our infinite wisdom, to go to the North Unit
of Sauvies instead of the regular old spot. (Remember that last week the
old spot had no action whatsoever.) Thinking that that is where the
birds are this early in the season we planed to get yet another early start so
that we would have time to find and set up a great new blind.
There are however, some things our infinite wisdom do not cover. Water.
After hiking to some private property, a dry lakebed, and through prickers
and brush we found the best of all possible spots, a puddle the size of a
duck, maybe two. Then we encountered another thing the wisdom didn't
expect. Mud. Bootsucking thick-ass mud. We found out that wearing a heavy
pack, waders and mud make for a fun excersize in being hopelessly stuck.
The next half hour or so we learned how to move two steps in the mud.
Much later, back at the car we congratulated ourselfs on being the best duck
hunters ever. Someday I may even load my new gun and see some ducks to shoot at, untill then, word.
God Bless Charlton Heston.
Hello Friends.
Being there I must interject just a little. It's a story of the mud and a boy named Tommy. Many years ago, myself and some guys named Curieye, Bubba L and Domino (sorry about those sunglasses by the way) decided to take to a day on the CT river. I myself being so large decided to hog all of the ski and knee board time myself, it must have been at least 6 hours straight on the water, I was wasted. Needless to say my massive pythons and thick thighs were k'd. Curieye decided to moor the boat about a half mile out from the beach and said "lets swim to shore" cause being from the east coast we call it the shore. Anyway to make a short story even longer, about a half mile into it, my pythons being as tiered as they were wanted to quit. I couldn't go any further, I decided my destiny was to die right there in the CT river. I was done, I was ready to meet my maker. My life flashed before my eyes. Then lo and behold a young lad out of nowhere said " yo Fred G with your pythons so large, jump into my blow up raft and I shall get you to shore safely". Not to let the young lad down I jumped in and he got me to the shore with some cold berf waiting, safely no less. Well today was a day that brought me back to the day that a young man named Tommy saved me from certain death. I was the man stuck in the quicksand like mud up to my waist today. My long time hunting buddy, companion, my bffe, came back to save his friend because we are a hunting team. HOY7HT is what we call ourselves. He risked his own life to save me from drowning in a mud puddle. After hours of risking uncertain death himself he and myself
were able to free myself from the python choking like mud, the more I struggled the more it sucked me down to certain death. After freeing myself we sat and tried to drink some whiskey, we couldn't even, thats how bad it was....you know the whole story now, I just wanted to make sure the MAN named BUBBA got his props, you too TOMMY. I LOVE YOU GUYS....I'm not afraid to say it, I love two men. I'm here because of you twos.
Thanks.
God Bless
God Bless
Fred G
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