Huh?

I found this piece of mystery machinery the other day on the roadside. I'm not exactly sure what it is but I do know it's a dually, two steering wheels and has a V8. A little help here? Anyone?

Lisa?

http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/pts/2618763465.html

Where Am I?

Where am I?

HINTS:

Gas Station
Camero
Burn Out
Rust AM

It won"t be long now.

Really, it won't.

Shot On Site On the Property

I know I'm posting a lot of video today, but this one really has to be seen. This will be on the property for sure. Also check out how fast that guy reloads the shotgun.

I Could Watch this One All Day

Ouch!

Time Is Ticking

Technology challenged.....

Sanke Pliskin.

OR

Joe Kidd.

Vote below because I don't know how to make a survey in the left border.
watching both today. 2 badass MF's

Lone Lake

Just outside of Mullan ID. we pulled up to the trailhead for Lone Lake. Stevens Lakes were to the left and an easier and perhaps shorter hike but we decided that Lone Lake would be the better choice. Good call stoopid. After 1/2 mile on a jeep road we turned right up a steep double track that stretched on for over a mile to the west. After making it to the top of the incline we realized that bringing a map, or even some kind of directions, would have been a great idea.

This time turning left at the fork we were on to the correct trail. Another brutally steep 2 mile trail through clear cuts and new growth cedar forest. With our legs burning we reached a meadow of huckleberry and gooseberry that stretched on for 200 yards. Hindsight being 20/20 we thought that bear bells would be a good call for next time, so we yelled and clapped and sang bad songs to let the bear know we were there. I also explained that my .38, although small, would still sting when I shot that bear in the eyeball. I must say I was surprised not see one in this meadow. It's not like your hike through the local park. Nobody comes to this area on any regular basis and we saw not one other person the whole day on this hike from the parking place to the summit. Sketch!

After another big climb we pushed on to not one but two false summits before we reached the lake. All told about 2000 vertical from our starting point, not counting the mistaken 2 miles of vert in the wrong direction. The beautiful lake was its own reward and we stayed long enough to have a nice lunch and contemplate a swim before heading back to the trail-head. All in all a 5 hour hike to a little known lake in the North Idaho Bitterroot range. Reaching the truck was a relief and the ride home was a lesson in sore and stiff legs. A great way to spend a day off.

Would I do this hike again? NFW.
GBCH

Macks to the Mouth: Day 2

Day 2 was everything and more. We awoke at 5:30 am and made a batch of coffee from Extracto beans in a french press. I put my waders on, poured some coffee into my cup, grabbed my rod and waded out downstream of camp. With my coffee cup attached to my wader belt, I lit up my morning smoke and started casting. It was good to be in the water again swinging flies, drinking coffee, smokin'. By 9:40, I had covered some good water with no takes. I decided it was time to make breakfast. I fired up Joe's two burner stove, turned the heat down, and put the griddle on to heat up. I buttered that griddle up, threw some bread on and got it toasted. Then I put the ribeyes on and seared that shit 'till med rare followed by 2 eggs per, over easy. Oh hello there, what are you in my cup? Bloody mary. While eating, we watched Big Horn Sheep scamper the hillsides. Damn, what a good morning. After breakfast, dishes and quite a few more bloody mary's, I rocked out the nymphing rod, packed up another bloody mary and headed upstream to some riffles while Brian and Joe headed for some more sleep. The weather was turning out to be perfect. No wind and cloudy. I fished that riffle hard with no luck and decided to head downstream to another set of riffles that I scoped out earlier in the morning. Just as I round the bend, I spot another fisherman already there. No worries I thought, I wanted to cast Brian's spey rod for a little bit anyways, then I'll head down. About 20 casts later, fish on. After a 10 minute battle, I put a rock to the head of a 26" hatchery steelhead. A little on the small side, but hey, could be smaller. Half cocked from morning and afternoon cocktails, I woke the boys to celebrate as I gutted the fish. The rest of the day we pretty much just chilled out, played crib, napped, threw a spinner here and there from our beach chairs and had hot dogs for dinner.

Spoted on the roadside

Questionable advertising placement.

Macks To the Mouth: Day 1

Well, a buddy from work (who has a stellar raft) and I decided to float Macks Canyon to the Mouth of the Deschutes River last weekend. We each took Friday off and left from work Thursday night. On the way, we stopped off in Hood River to pick Johnny V's Oregon replacement, Brian Pickering. We got to Macks around 10 at night and set up our sleeping quarters. Woke up bright and early to inflate the raft, load our gear (which included a superior toilet) and pushed off. The river greeted us with sunshine and perfect water level and color. Being such, we started to drink of course (it's 8:30 am). We floated 9 miles in 3 hours stopping once so I could throw a nymph. We got close to our destination of Lockit (our planned camp), but saw lots of boats and full camps a long the way. So we ran into a single site 1 mile shy that had a beautiful run in front of it (not to mention the run before and after it). With a 10x10 sandy beach and 3 tent sites, we decided to make this our home for the next 2 nights (did I mention we had a superior pooper). After setting up camp around noon, the inevitable happened, the infamous Deschutes canyon winds. Being bummed about casting a fly rod, Pickering brought out the best.........let's drink! We did, and that's pretty much the conclusion of day 1.

And now, a message from Jenny X.

I have been allowing this wasp condo development to be a lesson for the Team on what we need in this world besides chemical deterrents. The answer is a .357

God Bless C.H. ,S&M

EDX

Ladies and Gentlemen, long standing team member Jenny X.
Thanks for the contribution Jenny. Your ultimate knowledge of proper wasp eradication will be a lesson for me and the rest of the H7HT in future encounters with these criminal elements. I shall start shopping for the proper deterrent but have one question. If I have smaller nests can I use a smaller caliber? Say, a .38+P?

I'm Trying

I'm trying here, after some deep investigation I found this MAP, it's an hour and a half away but what's too far?  Seasonal ponds. Maybe if Cliffy feels like it some day we could do some pre scouting, just saying, season starts in a month.  Also the Oregon Chapter is wishing the Expert best of luck on his opening day, hope all his ducks are in a row.

God Bless Charlton Heston

Just A Taste

Where Am I?

Where Am I?

Recent Trip To the Glacier Peak Wilderness

(transcribed by Fred G. Cliffy to lazy to post)

The plan was to climb Maude and 7 Fingered Jack in one day.  Due to the heat, I only made Maude and passed on 7FJ due to the amount of water I was consuming (over 7 liters in 7 hours on the Maude climb) and no visible water source on 7FJ.  Reaching my camp in the Leroy Basin at 2 pm, the flies were huge and eating me alive, and due to the temp. inside my tent, I opted to hike out.  I reached Leavenworth around 7 pm and took up shelter in motel that had a 20 foot statue of a black night.  Awesome.  Slammed a burger and a few beers at Gustovs and called it a night.

Nestucca River Back Country Byway

Ah the last days of summer are upon us. Wednesday I decided to ride the Nestucca river.  With a chill in the air and a over cast sky I headed towards Tillamook via rt 6 which follows the Wilson river, it's a great road with long sweeping turns. I actually had to stop and buy some thermals.  From there I jumped onto 101 south and made a quick stop at Cape Lookout.  Made way down to a small town of Beaver and jumped onto the Nestucca River Road. I followed the 50 mile river the through a wooded canyon. The river has been designated an Oregon State Scenic Waterway. The canyon is lined with weathered cliffs made of seafloor sandstones and basalts. The walls are covered by lichens, worts, and mosses. The woods lining the canyon is a temperate rain forest because it rains 120 inches annually. The area is considered one of the richest biomasses in the world. The first 1/3 was quite enjoyable, very scenic, road in great condition and great turns.  The middle 1/3 on the other hand was not my type of road plus 3 miles of it are not paved, I knew that going into it.  15 mph turns back and forth mixed in with sparingly 35 mph, shifting up and down up and down.  My bike is not geared for that so it got a little monotonous.  The last third was just like the beginning very enjoyable.  The trip was also a scouting trip for fishing.  I read that the river is a great river for Steelhead, but that must be more towards the mouth of the river bellow Tillamook because all I saw was some fine trout fishing.  All in all it was a nice trip, I would do it again, but maybe on a Sunday afternoon in a car with a nice lunch.  

They Say There's Something For Everybody

I'll let you know

Where is the old Devo I ask?  And when I say Old I'm referring to age. Singer Mark Mothersbaugh, guitarist Bob Mothersbaugh, and guitarist Bob Casale are now in their late 50s; bassist Gerald Casale is 61, yet all four had the stamina of their considerably younger drummer, Josh Freese. The band rocked the Crystal Ballroom last night, starting off some new songs, didn't even know they had a new album, which rocked and moved into classics.  The floor was bouncing for sure.  My only disappointment was the length of the show, I was hoping for a Gates Of Steel.  Show was totally worth the 40 bucks, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Sweet!

Where Am I?

Where am I?

Rolling Old School...Yo!

Check It!

The Blog hits 15,000 viewers!
(of course they are all FGM and BDF checking in to see if their post turned out okay)
Keep up the good work!

Hey! It's Me, Cliffy!

(Not really. If it was me, Cliffy, I would be posting something about my life and times. Maybe something to do with my life as it relates to hunting or fishing or even tomfoolery. Of course I realize that the act of not posting weakens the blog in general but I think that I should be posting ASAP. If I don't people will think that I don't believe in Lord Heston and think that the team is weak. Obviously, this is wrong. Look for a post soon. GBCH)

Cecil B. DaFolder

last week I ordered the Flambeau UV paint kit for mallards. It came in the mail a couple days later. Today I made a tasty beverage, put on my smock and started a paint-a-thon. At the finish I had created the most realistic and deadly decoy set in the known universe. The decoys you see before you are the very same ones that will assist me in slaying many green headed mallards this year. So many in fact, that I will be heralded as the "expert" once again.

According to the literature on the packaging the UV coating contained in the paint will fool Greenie into a sense of relative security while looking for a place to land. He will think that his bretheren are sitting in a safe haven of fine food and entertaining video games when in fact they are merely molded pieces of plastic designed to fool him. At the moment when he flies down, wings locked, to land I will be waiting with a nice big 3" shell full of Black Cloud steel. Imagine the surprise when he thinks to himself, "those aren't my ole' high school buddies!"

That's right Greenie, you will die. Thanks to my "expert' painting skills and forethought I will be the one laughing all the way to the bank with my $5 in hand. Possibly a $50 leg band too.
GBCH

Mmmm Peachy

Where Am I ?

Look for New series starting this week "Where Am I ?" It will consist of a picture and all you have to do is identify where I am standing.  It will start off easy.  For instance:

And the answer would be?

More good news.

By Matt Young

If you are a waterfowler, it's a fact of life that duck populations seldom remain at high levels for more than a few years at a time. Instead, waterfowl numbers fluctuate in concert with highly variable weather and habitat conditions on the breeding grounds, especially in the Prairie Pothole Region, where more than half of North America's ducks are raised. If you hunt long enough, you will experience these highs and lows firsthand, both in terms of hunting opportunities and the number of ducks you see from the blind.

In recent years, waterfowl numbers have once again been on the upswing, and in 2011 duck populations soared to record highs, thanks to exceptional wetland conditions across the prairies. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS) reports that the May pond count on the prairies increased 22 percent from 6.7 million ponds in 2010 to 8.1 million ponds this spring.

The 2011 breeding population estimate for the 10 most common duck species in the traditional survey area was 45.6 million birds—an 11 percent increase from the previous year's estimate and the largest total estimate since surveys began in 1955. Mallards had a breeding population of 9.2 million birds—up 9 percent from last year and the largest estimate since 2000. In more good news for waterfowl hunters, blue-winged teal, redheads, and shovelers reached record highs this spring. In addition, pintails had a breeding population of 4.4 million birds, a 26 percent increase from the previous year and the first time this population has surpassed 4 million birds since 1980. Populations of all other duck species in the traditional survey area were statistically similar to last year. Only two species—scaup and American wigeon—were below their long-term averages.

Ring ring..............Ring ring.......

BDF. Thank you for calling Galena Ridge, home of Bob DaFolder golf Pro, Co Founder of the HOY7 Hunting Team and current "Expert"

Voice. "We are thinking of playing 9 holes. Where can we land the chopper."

BDF. Ahhhhh, how about in the field behind the Pro Shop?

Voice. "Okay, we'll be there in 20 minutes."

BDF. Ummm..... OK.

Lore

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Hip Hip?

It's the day before Cliffy has to go under the knife, so of course the best thing for him is a full day of slaying, a good bottle of whikey, a pack of smokes and a delicious sammy. We rise and shine at about 4:30 have a small breakfast, sprain both of my thumbs, pack the truck and head out. Remember it has been cold and the decision was lets hit The Old New Spot. We're on ole interstate 84 and almost to Troutdale when the big sign says "Highway Closed At Toutdale" which means no way of getting to the Old New Spot. We stop and ask the guy sitting in the truck, making double time cause it's Sunday, "when do they think the highway will be open?" He says they are going to evaluate it at about 8 am. Slightly befuddled Cliffy and I head back to the casa thinking that we will just go home get a little more sleep and then head back at about 7:30. A few exits down I remember that we could actually make it to the Old Spot if we drive through the town and take the back roads. I must admit the roads were a little scetch, but Cliffy and his expert driving got us there only to find, of course, 6 more trucks already there. Never the less we pack up and head up, Cliffy is not too psyched, his fine backpack frame the rest of the team had bought him for his birthday was still home in the corner of his room. This meant a very unpleasant walk out. (not to mention he had also packed a chair in his pack, while I was going commando.) After the long walk we find the Old Spot to be completely frozen over, although very beautiful not very hunt able. Being the expert that I am, I know the area like the back of my hand. I give the orders and we're off, within minutes I have us on a nice spot with open water. Cliffy threw out the blocks and I made a blind. Just before the opening bell a few greenies fly over our heads, it seems to be a promising day. After a hour or so we see nothing, I decide being their Expert leader I have to lead by example. If it aint happening make it happen is my motto. I'm going to take a walk and flush some ducks up or do some good ole pass shooting. I make it about a 1/2 mile down the slough and find a lone block washed up on shore, I could use him I thought. I picked him up wrapped up his string and called him Lucky. On my walk down I notice some ducks jumping and landing down by the Old New Spot. Since the highway is still closed there are no other hunters down there. What the heck I think I make it down to the awesome blind I used last week and through out Lucky. I sit and wait, and wait some more. Nothing. After searching for my lighter and missing my bottle, I decide to hike back to the blind. I wade out wrap up his string and 2 greenies are flying right at me over my head. I drop Lucky and unload the Benelli. Nothing, I heard laughing and I think they even said "you don't call that block Lucky, you call him Shithead." I pick up Shithead and head back. I find Andy in the blind and it's all lit up and the blocks are now on dry land. My wisdom brought us back to the truck, we ate the awesome sammys I made, packed up and we were on our way to the Old New Spot, our day was not over yet. It's now 12 in the afternoon, we get to the highway, still closed. We go home.

I loves the Foosball

VS

Betski? Best Record For the Year?

Let's Ride

Willapa Bay view from South Bend

Today my ride took me to the east bank of Washington to a small town of South Bend.  It wasn't a twisty ride but a scenic one.  I started on West Side Highway, a road that runs parallel to I-5 on the East side and  along a river and through the woods, woods decimated by logging. Before you start "how ugly" it was kinda cool.  Don't we all live in homes made of wood? some made of logs? stuff has to come from somewhere. I reached South Bend in about two hours, about 125 miles.  When I arrived I was shocked to find a small hamlet. A three bar town with small restaurants serving fried oysters, clam chowder and dungeness crab.  It reminded me of a small town on Cape Cod.  It's a town of some 1,700 located on the Willapa River in the heart of timber country and home to major seafood processors.  It's where we get our clams and some of our oysters from for the restaurant. Can't wait to get back and dive into some chowder and fried oyster.

 

Macks Prairie Wings Catalogue

Part # FLA625OPT
Flocked Decoy paint

Part # HUT5118
Mojo Wing Replacement Kit

Part # MIC100-12
Bore Snake

Part # FPCK
Wing Band Koozie

Shipping ASAP.
GBCH

Whistling On the Wings

I took my walk in the evening today, there was a slight chill to the air as the sunset sky was lit up with brilliant reds and oranges.  The old saying popped into my head about the sailors, "red sky's at night sailors delight red sky's in morning sailors take warning."  It was then I thought back to the mornings on Sauvies Island.  The anticipation.  A smile came to my face as I in visioned the beautiful morning sunrises while hunting, sometimes the sky's full with geese and ducks, sometimes beautiful solitude. As I made my way around the reservoir over my head whistled two dozen ducks, it was a beautiful sound as if they were saying "see you soon."  Minutes later a gaggle of geese took off from the safety of the reservoir, "I wonder where there going this time of night" I thought.  As I watched the ducks settle in happy and content I thought "red sky's in morning ducks take warning." Better clean my gun.

Like the Black and White Television

 Remember the old days when you had to get up to change the channel?  Then after that the cable box had a cord, and the first remote just turned the t.v on, worked the volume and changed the channel up or down.  This is the H7HT's beginning technology.  Look how far we have come aren't you glad you have joined us all these years.  Hunting season is coming up which could only mean one thing....

 Stay Tuned!

Welcome the New Guy

Echo TR rods are incredible casting tools. TR stands for Tim Rajeff. Tim Rajeff likes to throw things like pine cones, rocks, golf balls and especially fly lines. He throws things with incredible speed and accuracy. He is always calculating how to make human powered projectiles travel faster.
Tim is a student of fly casting. His mind is continually quantifying how different parts of a cast influence total line speed. How does the rod/human connection influence fly line dynamics? How can rods be designed to produce even more line speed.

The TR Series of 2-hand rods is designed to fit a wide variety of casting styles. Skagit, Scandi and Skandit styles of casting are all easily accomplished with these rods. This disign approach produces rods that fits a wide range of applications in the field. Depending on the line choice, each rod might convey several different actions. The cosmetics of TR (Tim Rajeff) Series are startling at first. There is no glitter. This series was designed for stealth and durability. The basic wear points on the handles are made from rubberized cork, which resists abrasion far better than natural cork, and thus remains easier on your hands. The color and finish on the blank is made to be totally non-reflective. The handle and fittings are very well made. The handle configuration is comfortable.

With this I will SLAY!