It's that time of the year again when Oregon comes to Idaho. Unfortunately this year Cliffy was unable to attend. His new job dancing around a candy factory with giant lollipops in his hands and edible office equipment and cartoon co-workers was just too delicious to pass up. We missed you Cliffy & Waylon. So, it was just Fred G. who showed up and of course we did our best to cradle him in the lap of luxury.
With so many stories to tell, and my teammates bursting at the seams to post on this very blog, I will concentrate this post on describing our Harrison vacation spot. It's classic H7HT. As you remember we were able to secure a rustic home built in 1917 very close to our hunting grounds on Anderson lake. Fred and I stopped on the way back from the airport and picked up the keys from the nice lady who owns the home. The keys came with a roll of packing tape (more later) and the directive that we could eat any foods there and partake of any adult beverages we would find. What a great start, right?
We hunted the first day and stopped by the cabin to check and see what we might need for the following 3 nights we were going to spend there. Then, back to my home to pack, enjoy some fine Chinese food and get a good nights rest. The next day we hunted again and retired to the first of 3 nights in the charming hamlet of Harrison. Fred G prepped the kitchen surfaces while I added layers of comfort to some of the multiple bedding and seating surfaces. We had a great wood burning stove for warmth and a music system to rival the finest record studios. We also chose to pass on the offer of free liquor, who knew that CostCo made tequilla? After dinner we slept in total and complete comfort. Clider joined us the following day.
He too was impressed with the accommodations and Peat was so pleased the he chose a couch to make his own while we were out. That night the dinner was designed to never have to touch any kitchen surfaces just so that we could keep the pristine nature of the counters and surrounding areas as found. I used the packing tape to reinforce the security system of the back door and we spent the night in splendor once again.
After the next days hunt we balked at yet another night in Harrison. Too much of a good thing can spoil a hunter. We packed and left. For some strange reason Fred had opted not to use the shower facilities while there and I contemplated throwing out the sheets and blankets that I had brought. Even Peat was likely relieved to get back home. We returned the keys without contacting the owners, but when we had picked them up she let me know if we would write a review she would knock the cost of a nights stay off our fees. I chose not to because strangely enough the only thing that came to mind was a pack of matches.
Another oddity is that we chose to take no pictures of the home, sometimes just the memories are the best way to reminisce. In lieu of an interior pick I have included a picture of one of the days hunting exploits. GBCH
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