H7HT, The Old Days.

Dallas.  Not really a member, but certainly a client.  He could throw a baseball real far.

Money Well Spent?

Is it coincidence that the new boat I just boughten for my Sweetie could also be used as a duck murdering machine?  Only time will tell.  Say hello to the Tamarack Angler by Lifetime kayaks.  It's a 10' kayak with just enough room to be overloaded by a few dozen decoys, some wikki and an old Remington 870.  And it's even the right color too.  There were others that are bright neon green but this one is a nice shade of dark water green that will disappear nicely into the background.  Get ready to do some paddlin' if you're coming to my neighborhood!*
GBCH


*hardly anyone ever comes to my neighborhood anyway

H7HT The Old Days. A Retrospective.

The First

Happy Birthday Former 'Expert'.

soon

In The Interest Of Posting Things. Shooting by Old Guys.

Shooting better than all others

Behold C. 'Deep Freeze' DaFolder. H7HT member and my brother.  Here he is visiting our local shooting range on vacation last year.  Not only did he shoot better with my own youthful gun than I did, he also showed his son how old men take their time and pull the trigger smoothly. Maybe, just maybe, he will visit again and shoot at least one duck for old times sake.

This may be the first in a series of me posting just for the sake of posting.  Last year was despicable.

Does These Look Like Men That Have Something To Share?????

I thought so too.

Bob D. Fishing 'Expert"

Well it's been a long time coming but I was finally able to get out on the water today.  Tweaking my back playing golf did not help my state of mind when coupled with working a lot and still having chores to do around the DaFolder cabin.  So finally I was able to get to the river.

I sold the Jeep to a nice guy who wanted to lift it and give it to his daughter.  I was glad to see it go which was funny considering I really liked the Jeep.  The trailer went days later and funded a new rear bar attachment to the Escalanche which allows me to carry my kayak without having to reconfigure the back of the thing.  If you remember when I last went to the water having the back of the Escalanche open gave me a nice dirt bath on the way home.  Now the only stuff that goes in the back 'trunk' is enclosed in complete waterproof security.  Not only that, but I have now made the worlds ugliest pick up truck even more ungainly.  It looks like a Cadillac origami done by Homer Simpson after building a tree fort.

I set out this morning on a much needed trip to the water believing I was going into work later today to cover for an employee who failed me by getting arrested.  Now, it's not the getting arrested that bothers me, I don't trust anyone who hasn't done time, it's that I had to cover for him.  lo and behold he called to tell me he's out of the klink and ready to work.  He also was looking to tell me why he was unjustly targeted by 'The Man'.  I didn't care.  I hate when 'The Man' keeps you down.  All I care about is that I didn't have to go in and cover his shift.  I'm a cool boss like that I guess.

So off to the Rose Lake turnoff I went.  Put in by the palatial estate of Ken Smith, largest Dodge dealer in the blah blah blah, and upriver I went.  It didn't take long to realize that I was paddling with the wind and if you know anything about the H7HT you know we are a learning machine.  Last time the wind blew me back upriver so......  I turned around.  A good hour of paddling downriver and then a perfect hour of floating back up.  I fished and caught my 3rd and 4th fish of the year.  The fish were so big that taking a picture was impossible.  They were swamping my boat just by being in it.  I had to struggle to get them off the Dock Demon and get them back into the water before the Guinness Book of World Records got wind of my catch.  After getting the kayak back on the truck I was off to work.

Kingston area my phone finally returns to life and alerts me to the fact that I have a voicemail from my scofflaw employee.  He's out, he's back, he's looking good and ready to work.  Now who am I to deny a man his chance to glad-hand golfers and sit in a gravel parking lot reading books while getting paid a princely sum?  Not me.  I pulled into the Cataldo boat launch, borrowed some sunscreen from an apple maggot (person from Washington State recreating in Idaho) and back into the river I went.  I then  proceeded to catch two more monster fish and spend another 3 hours in the river.  Good times.

Back at home I'm now breaking off pieces of my aloe vera plant and hoping that I can sleep tonight between roasting and freezing under and out from under the covers.  My skin is red but my brain is happy.  Thanks kayak.  Can't wait to put you to some 'real' good use.