Where Are They Now?

Peat the dog? I remember him as just a young pup with so much potential. At first he only wanted to be with the Idaho chapter H7HT members on any excursion.  He amazed me by going into the water and brought back ducks I had shotten. Peat even got to know Waylon who clearly was more 'retreiver' and 'molester' then Peat and his muddled lineage. His good boy factor never wavered but his desire to wade into the coldest of cold waters rivaled my own. Then, as the years went on, I realized he was just there to distract me from shooting ducks by sitting in my lap and pretending to be bored. Where is he now?

Chet? Aw Shit!

It's as if a member of the H7HT family passed away today. Chet provided us with the perfect role model of how you should treat your team members. Pure disdain. He also provided us with tons of verbal material designed to scorn and ridicule. We will miss him terribly. We are now offically 'stewed, butt wad.'

Remember When I Shot Ducks?

Yea, those were great times.

The Final Chapter 2016-2017

The Germans bombed Pearl Harbor today.  

We are going to meet Alex at the lot at the usual time.  When we arrive there are 5 vehicles already there, what happened to our little spot? Was today not a Sauvies day?  What are all these people doing in our own private refuge?  

Cliffy dropping the beats

Water is way down when we arrive at the river.  Guys at the point, guys in the cove.  We set up where we set up last week which actually was pretty nice because the water was a little further out and our blind wouldn't be right up on the water.  We put out the full armada of blocks and due to the swiftly moving river they look sublime.  Cliffy builds his best blind of the year.  We settle in with 10 minutes to settle.  One set of ducks flies through, then another and another.  Morning fly is epic.  The bell rings and the fly zone is open and traffic is heavy.  Many people calling, many shots being taken.  Probably the best last day fly ever, it's just getting these bastards to commit.  The wind is whipping them right past us.  Cliffy decides to put out Leroy and now it's on, me on the whistle Cliffy on the roto.  Birds are now taking interest and wanting us.  A set come in from the left I stand and shoot as well as my comrades.  A single falls out of the sky, hen Mallard.  Waylon gets his first and only retrieve of the year.  He did a great job swimming out, recognizing and retrieving.

Not as cold as CFTK but due to the moisture it feels colder.  We are trying to put a full day in taking advantage of the last day, so we are walking and drinking hot Irish coffee to stay warm.  Birds are still flying doing their best to survive the last day of "The Purge."  Just as the movie dried up so did the birds not to mention that the wiki dried up too due to a miscalculation.  We call it.  Over.

Congratulations to Clider the 20016 Expert, he put his time in and deserves it.  And Bob DaFolder, Deucey Champion, putting up your best year in years, great job EH?  Cliffy your enthusiasm was outstanding this year thanks for getting me out there week after week.  Already looking forward to the Founders Tour of next year.

Time to Lose the Clown Paint