A holiday tradition....

Greenie the Mallard
Was an evil nasty duck
With a filthy mouth and a downy coat
That we'd really like to pluck

Greenie the Mallard
Is a legend that they say
Came straight from Hell
Any hunter will tell
How he always gets away

There must have been some evil
In that little green head of his
For when you shoot right at his face
You always seem to miss

Greenie the Mallard
Is alive as he can be
Heston was overheard
Saying he's just a bird
But he confounds the H7HT

Greenie the Mallard
Knows Benelli's shoot deadly steel
So he flew real fast
And zoomed right on past
And opted out of that ordeal

Around from behind us
With a loud and scornful quack
Just out of range
He thinks it's a game
And our website he does hack.

Greenie the Mallard
Is off to parts unknown
If you see him pass
Get your gun and blast
before he makes it home

Bangitty Bang Bang
Bangitty Bang Bang
Look at Greenie fly

Bangitty Bang Bang
Bangitty Bang Bang
Tomorrow he will die!

Happy Holidays From the Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Day 5.10 Oregon Chapter

Too Much Time On My Hands, (and not enough blood)

Today I didn't even get up to go hunting, I just went, at 11:30 the night before that is. Drove out to Sauvies, me and the Audi crumblier with the heated seats and steering wheel, and found myself in a damn good spot, right next to the crapper. No seriously it's a good spot, you are only maybe 6-8 cars from the front of the line. Settle in and catch up on some well deserved sleep. The morning bell goes off and it's off to the shack to procure my spot on the island, where shall I go today? Being so far ahead in line I'll surely shall have my pick. Well you know what life was not that grand, there were a ton of reservations and when I did make it to the shack I saw Slim Pickins. I was able to secure Hunt 13, which you all know from reading the blog for so many years is a 100 yard walk with your own little end of a pond,

quite nice really. Because of the short walk I had a lot of time to sit and wait until the killing bell goes off. It was then I felt a little irritated, I sat and thought " was I coerced into picking Hunt 13 so that the official in the booth may give a better blind to one of his buddies?" Because when I reached the shack I asked "hey where would you go? how about that Racetrack 6?' To which the dude replied, "Well I wouldn't take that Racetrack over a Hunt, and that Mud Hen is really far out there." "I would take Hunt 13, the water is up it looks good." Well in years past it seemed to me that Racetrack was always a solid spot, for god sake I've never hunted there because there are not any available ever. So now I'm thinking he's saving the spot for his buddy who decided to sleep in this morning and roll in at 6 am., or not maybe he's giving me good advice. The morning before cill time was awesome! birds whistling by at mach 7 just what you want to see and hear. Believe it or not but a Sauvies day turned into a Sauvies day, minus the bounty of scared shitless birds. Ducks were almost as scarce as the number of birds Cliffy has slayed all year, and the ones that did fly trough were Busted. The Ducks won this fight today, you see it's been raining here, a lot. Every farmers field is flooded and when I drove home I saw that every farmers fields were filled with ducks and geese, they didn't need our silly little ponds to hang out in, they could do it anywhere. So as the report read the next day, my man in the booth was putting me on some good info. Racetrack had zero birds that day and the Hunt unit Sky Busted 13.

Do I trust them now? Hell no! "Okay lets have number 1,2,5,and 8 up to the window please."

Brats & Ducks fresh off the grill.

Idaho: Day Ten.

The Pineapple express is in full effect and warm rain has been pelting the great state of Idaho for a week. The rain has melted most of our early season snowpack and the rivers are running full force. The CdA river which runs by my spot is now flowing into Anderson lake, refilling the lake with water and allowing me to set blocks out in my favorite area of the point again. This morning it proved fatal to this pair of mallards flying by.

When I arrived it was a full 45 minutes before shooting hours so I walked under a dry and dark sky. Not long after the decoys were set it started to rain again. The darkness combined with the noise of the rain made it impossible to see or hear the cougar approach so I stood with headlamp and Benelli at the ready. Nothing. The light started to come up and I noticed something different in the channel leading out to the lake. I knew the water was running in instead of out, and much higher than last week, but something was in the water. The Beaver dam that was 60 yards closer to the river had been pushed to just behind my spot. Right about that time the wind started kicking in in earnest. I actually had to move closer to the cover of the highwater shoreline in order to keep from being blown over. Gusts of 30 - 40 mph? I started looking for the tornado all the while knowing I was playing right into the cougars hands by sitting next to the river bank. Shit, where in Heston's sake was the sunrise.

Well, the sun did come up and some greenies were flying. These two came in fast and I took the hen on the way in (sorry) and the drake on the way out. I only fell through the ice once on the way out to retrieve them but it was only a foot deep and just my gloves and sleeves got soaked. The action had dried up, as it usually does now, not long after sunrise. I packed up and headed home and by now the beaver dam had traveled another 10 yards into the lake. I wonder where it will be next week? Stay tuned.
GBCH

And now a message from H7HT member, Jiggity Jeff.

I'm a dumb beaner, so post this to the site somehow. So, I decided it would be a great idea to head out the the Kansas state line for some quality waterfowl, pheasant, and coyote hunting. The first morning we went to the lake, there were 20,000 ducks, snow

s, and Canadians screaming their fat heads off on the lake. So we make a setup.
Problem 1- When your decoys freeze in place every 10 minutes, its pretty hard to get ducks to land in a morgue of duck corpses-A.K.A frozen ass decoys!!! Day 2- Got piss drunk with some local bait and tackle owner, and he told us how to get to this area. Good thing for drunk ass Kenney. We punished 4 geese from 65 yards out with little problems. It slowed down so my hungover ass to a nap in the reeds/my blind, and next thing you know a HUGE fucking possum was at my feet eyeballing my goose. I thought is was Satan himself. I was going to put a round in him, but my hunting license has minimal points left. So the the razor toothed motherfucker ran off snorting.

1 hour later, Jared with the SBE II punched a goose out at 100 yards and barely winged him. He landed in a totally inaccessible space so we were bummed. As we are in the heat of the air war against the shitty
FRENCH Canadian geese, a goose appears 20 yards away on our little trail just walking towards us. I couldn't fucking believe it! It was Jared's goose coming back to tell us to go get fucked, and 'I am still alive bitches!' Well, that ALMOST all ended when I put 3 rounds of Kent Fast Steel in his face from point blank range! Wait a minute, no it didn't! The fucker didn't even sit down, run, or squawk! I thought God was going to use this goose to kill me, for all the fucking geese I have folded over the years! My buddies jaw was just wide open, and my ego was crushed, but only for 5 seconds. I walked to him, he looked at me, I looked at him, and then I went American History X on his ass and stomped him out with 1 big boot to the base of the neck!!! He seized like an alcoholic who is drying out. I put him in my ring strap with the other 3, and headed back to the truck. He was dead right??? I LITERALLY had to fist fight this little cocksucker on the way to my truck. He heard geese overhead sqauking, and rose from the dead on the 3rd hour to beat my ass!!!! He was violently bitch slapping me in the face with his wing. I started to punch and elbow him until I almost broke 2 of my own ribs trying to elbow his head flat against my rib cage. It was a beautiful day.

The next day I folded a snow goose-1st one ever shot by me, and I was pumped! I spent a lot of the trip getting access to prime hunting out here for free. My farmer has warm water ponds the ducks will hit the rest of the year, numerous corn fields, and a shitload of pheasant and Whitetails. I decided to rename Canadian geese. They are FRENCH Canadian!!! They make a lot of noise for no reason. They step in their own shit, and moreover, they are just pussies!!!!!! I hit one with my Diesel yesterday and broke a fucking ball joint, and almost rolled my truck! Motherfuckers are in for beatdown by Jiggity!

P.S. Possums are some evil looking little fuckers, and I no longer shoot geese. I am just going to start punching them into submission!!!

I hate this crap.

A Pineapple Express is driven by a strong, southern branch of the Polar jetstream and is usually marked by the presence of a surface frontal boundary which is typically either slow or stationary, with waves of low pressure traveling along its axis. Each of these low pressure systems brings enhanced rainfall.

The conditions are often created by the Madden-Julian oscillation, an equatorial rainfall pattern which feeds its moisture into this pattern. They are also present during an El Niño episode.

The composition of moisture-laden air, atmospheric dynamics, and orographic enhancement resulting from the passage of this air over the mountain ranges of the western coast of North America causes some of the most torrential rains to occur in the region.

Where's This Now?

Dear Fred

Snow and ice continue to build in the north as a small clipper system moves
across the Great Lakes and towards the northeastern seaboard. As a second
storm moves in, freezing temperatures will slide into the deep south this
weekend bringing much needed rain and additional flights of ducks.

The migration continues to move at a rapid pace as the snow and freeze line
slides further south. While a number of hardy mallards remain in areas in
the north, the coming storms are expeted to move them south in grand fashion.


For the latest migration information, visit http://www.waterfowler.com today.

Idaho: Day Nine.

Ummmm...... Maybe we weren't the most concealed hunters ever. And maybe we didn't have the best blind set up. And maybe, just maybe, we didn't see many ducks after shooting time but we did watch several mallards fly into the spread in the early morning. As we watched the 22 mallards swim around the decoys we set I said " killing time is now". Unfortunately my voice went unheard from 10 yards in a whisper. Three sets of ducks flew in while I waited for Rocky and his Dad to shoot.

They never shot at those three sets of ducks that flew by. We didn't see more than two pairs after that and both Rocky and I missed the greeine circling behind us. We did however see a great sunrise and a stunning vista. A good time (well mostly good time) was had by all and we will try again.
GBCH

Todays Conversation

Time to bring back the "Expert" title to Oregon.

A photo from H7HT member Jenny X.

"This bear tried to steal my tree stand from me the other day. I walked up and saw him all happy and shit so I climbed up and said 'Yo bear, gets the hell out!' He was looking for a fight so I gave him a left-right-left, he's toothless. The bear says 'goddam you ruthless'. I guess he'll remember not to mess with the X."


So endeth the lesson of Jenny X

Oregon Chapter 5.7

What the Hell? WHY?

I DON"T UNDERSTAND!! WHY!! We are the best, Yes? Look we get to Sauvies at about 12 am. How we got there I don't have a clue and neither does Cliffy, don't even bother asking. After a restful 5 hours of sleep in the most comfy truck we wake up to 50 cars in the reservation line, the most we have ever seen, EVER. Listen we are there for one reason and one reason only, to secure a spot on McNary Lake so we could take the boat out to our favorite spot out there. We secure the spot we want on a small island right before sunrise, one of the most spectacular I have ever seen. A few high fly byes. Then the war started, the war in Nam, loud and often shots taken from afar. I mean steel is flying somewhere, just not here. WHY? We are the best right? We pick the right spots, have the best technology, and stealth "we" are. Second guessing about everything ensues, but the bottom line is we saw no ducks that wanted any part of us. DO YOU REALIZE THAT THERE WERE OVER 600 DUCKS TAKEN THAT DAY!! 600.! My garbage man went hunting down on Summer lake and shot 58 ducks in a week...with no blocks! I went to Idaho and shot ...2. Not that I'm complaining cause I ain't, Bob and Paige were the best host and showed me a fanfuckintastic time. It's the only place I slayed this year for god sake. It was a most beautiful morning. Lisa is back at the doc's if anyone cares.

Idaho: Day Eight

So there I am, driving by the parking area for my spot on Anderson Lake to visit the softest paper products ever provided by a public entity, when I see another truck parked in my lot at 6am. It was gone by the time I returned but on the walk out two other headlights were headed to the same spot I was. I trudged through the snow a little faster and beat the other two there by maybe 30 seconds. "What's up guys?" I say. Knowing this was the only open water around I suggested we share the strip of water, them on their side and me on mine. Only one problem.

There were no ducks today. One group flew by as the other guys were setting up but after that, nothing. I pulled up my set after a couple hours and said goodbye. The other two young hunters thanked me for sharing my spot and I felt good that such harmony is still alive and well in the Brotherhood of Heston. Today's photo shows the two lads as white sheet covered dots between the trees. Not a bad idea given the snow cover. Could they be smarter than me, the 'Expert'? Doubtful. Tomorrow I take Rocky the bartender and his Dad out to this spot and I will definitely have more to report. I swear to Heston. Stay tuned.
GBCH