Reunion 2010

For the last week the founding members of the HOY7 hunting team have been reunited in the great state of Idaho with one goal in mind, Slaying ducks. Rather than try to contain all the thrills and chills in just one post I will start at the beginning and work forward in a cohesive and potentially entertaining manner. Here's how it all started.

I'll begin with the story of Reccos Automotive here in my home town. Just as all H7HT members are fluent in folding ducks, we are also experts in our everyday jobs. Normally when you go to work in the morning you do your best to not only accomplish the basics of your job description but also strive to do that job well. Apparently at Reccos doing most of the job is good enough. Last week, at great cost, they replaced the slave cylinder and clutch in ole Big Betty. Trusting the job was done right I just drove home and parked, took the Volvo to Spokane and picked up Fred G at the airport. Drive home, have a good meal, maybe a beverage or two and get ready for what will surely be one of the best days of hunting ever.

4:00am. Although I never intentionally set out to create a special morning wake up for this trip I had no choice but to wake my friend with what can best be described as the Bronx Cheer. (He is a Yankee fan after all) I'm not sure it was appropriate but to me at least, it was hysterical. Breakfast and a quick packing of the truck and we are off to Anderson lake. The clutch felt a little out of sorts and by the time we got off the highway it was inoperable. I jammed the truck into gear and limped back to Reccos where we were able to coast into the middle of their parking lot and abandon not only the truck but also any chance of morning fly. The 30 min walk back to the house at 5:30 was quiet and uneventful.

We took the Volvo to Kingston and tried to hunt the river and small pond nearby to no avail. Even though the scenery was great the duck action was not. The best part of hunting that area was crossing a fairly good sized waist deep river with a swift current. Regular readers will know that at least one of us was not happy about that. After a couple hours of reassurance that this was not indicative of Idaho hunting we headed back to Reccos where they returned my truck with a statement of "yep, air in the lines". Not to be mistaken with "we're sorry, we forgot to bleed the lines before returning it to you" or maybe "sorry to F up your day of hunting", more of a statement than an apology for not being thorough. Bastards!

Well, that was day one. Stay tuned for more. GBCH