Oregon Chapter Day One

$500,000 blind
Can't even see chairs or Greenie

Cliffy texted me the night before inquiring about the potential of us hunting together on Sunday.  I responded with a yes, it would be possible.  Cliffy said he'd pick me up at 5:30 but showed up early and we made it to the gate at 5:40,  to our surprise it was open which would give us an extra 20 minutes to get out to the point and set up by 6:40 shooting time.  We arrive at the water and it is up, up to a perfect level.  The wind is blowing north at a good clip.  We went around the point to the cove around the corner and set up with the wind at our backs.  We threw the blocks out to the other side of the cove to help induce the green head bastard land in front of us and hunkered down into the brush.  4 green head bastards floated into our spread just before shooting time, our setup seemed to be just what they wanted.  A little while in a green head bastard floated in and Cliffy with no hesitation pasted him.  Waylon naturally leapt into action.  Only needing a splash to locate for a perfect retrieve.  The morning fly was quite spectacular rivaling things that I've seen in Idaho.  Just before the sun lit up our spread 5 Greenies floated in and I did my best Bob DaFolder impersonation, 5 left just as fast as they flew in.  Some Widgeon flew through and seemed to flare, maybe the sun isn't only lighting our blocks up but us as well.  I was chilled so I decided to build a $500,000 blind just behind us.   We were set and looking good.  After awhile in our new digs we decide to call it, just some high fliers, nothing to see here.  We pack up and have a peaceful walk back to the truck, Cliffy's bag a little heavier.