Revisited...

with so much more meaning now.

George W. Bushisms

"I don't know whether I'm going to win or not.

I think I am.

I do know that I'm ready for the job.

And, if not, that's just the way it goes"

Des Moines, Iowa; August 21, 2000

Know thy enemy

Latin: Anas cyanoptera

Average length: M 16", F 15"

Average weight: M 0.7 lbs., F 0.8 lbs.

Description: Male cinnamon teal have a cinnamon-red head, neck, breast, and belly. They have an iridescent green speculum, which is separated from a bluish shoulder patch by a white stripe. The back, rump, uppertail coverts, and tail are a dull brown and the undertail coverts are black. They have a distinctive red eye, a black bill and yellow legs and feet. The male gives a thin whistled "peep" or "peer." Female cinnamon teal are often confused with female blue-winged teal. They have a duller blue shoulder patch, an overall rustier color, and are more heavily streaked. Female Cinnamon teal have a somewhat more guttural quacking than female blue-winged teal.

Breeding: The majority of cinnamon teal breed in the western USA near the Great Salt Lake, Malheur Basin, San Luis Valley, and Cariboo-Chilcotin parklands. They prefer small, shallow alkaline wetlands surrounded by low herbaceous cover. Nests are often located in grassy areas and island nesting is common. Female cinnamon teal lay an average of 8 to 10 eggs.

Migrating and Wintering: Nearly all cinnamon teal winter in Mexico and Central America. During migration the Great Salt Lake marshes and the Central Valley of California are important staging areas. Cinnamon teal are commonly sighted in the midwestern and eastern USA, and are often associated with a flock of blue-winged teal, most likely attaching themselves to the flock on their mutual breeding grounds. Cinnamon teal are common winter visitors to Central America; resident (two endemic subspecies) and occasional winter visitor in Colombia and Venezuela. They are common and widespread in the Andes from central Peru southwards, and in southern Chile and most of Argentina. (Scott and Carbonell, 1986)

Population: A. c. cyanoptera (SE Neotropics) 25,000-100,000; A. c. orinomus (SW Neotropics) 10,000-100,000; A. c. septentrianalium (Central America) 300,000; A.c. tropica (Low Colombia) <10,000;>

Food habits: Cinnamon teal dabble on aquatic plants in shallow water areas, especially rush seeds, pondweed seeds and leaves, and salt grass seeds. They also feed on animal food, especially aquatic insects and mollusks.

A call for caution.

Let's say you were painting the garage on the neighbors side of the house. Now, your sides of the garage would be free of all debris and obstructions because that's the way a yard should be. But your neighbor may have things like piles of concrete and fencing piled up next to your garage, not the way things should be. When climbing a ladder to get up to the highest point of which to paint you should be aware of unseen debris under the legs of that ladder, because if they move under the leg of the ladder it's gong to fall.

This picture illustrates what could happen if the ladder becomes unstable and you fall about 5 feet into a pile of concrete. In my case this lovely bruise took about three days to show up completely. The bigger pain comes from the giant hematoma on my shin and the scratch running the length of my arm. Don't worry, I'm going to be just fine.

So remember, for Heston's sake be careful when painting in your neighbors yard.

Is it time?

Almost cut my hair

It happened just the other day

It's gettin' kind of long

I could've said it was in my way

But I didn't and I wonder why

I feel like letting my freak flag fly

And I feel like I owe it, to someone

Must be because I had the flu for Christmas

And I'm not feeling up to par

It increases my paranoia

Like looking in my mirror and seeing a police car

Well I'm not giving in an inch to fear

cause I've promised myself this year

I feel like I owe it, to someone

When I finally get myself together

I'm gonna get down in that sunny southern weather

And I'm goin' to find a space inside to laugh,

Separate the wheat from the chaffI feel

...Like I owe it, to someone, yeah

Stay tuned.....

This is Chucker.

Chucker is going to be playing golf tomorrow.

Will he have the low score?

Will he wear the Yellow Vest?

These are questions we can't know the answer to yet but there is one thing we know.

"*&%$#@+(&" will be muttered several times.

Fishin'

The mighty Deschutes was the setting for the first ever fishing trip for the three most active members of the HOY7 hunting team. It started with a 8am pickup and a 3 hour drive to the Warm Springs Indian Reservation in North-Central Oregon. We put in and floated the river while stopping along the way to fish different spots. Andy "10 for 10" V. was patient and helpful in teaching me the basics of nymphing with my left handed fly rod. Fred G. (pictured here) was already an expert.

Later in the afternoon we set up camp along the river and settled in for some fine wikki and a rousing game of shooting the cans with the BB gun, a perennial favorite. After a few issues with modern technology we dined on a fine dinner prepared over an open, one match fire. More BB gun action revealed that three headlamps are required to shoot in the dark and only Andy shot 10 for 10. (as far as he knows)

The next morning we set out on the remaining float of our 9 mile trip. I was feeling particularly special and really enjoyed my breakfast of small bites of day old bread. We fished a few more spots and Andy caught 2 fish of which I was unable to get a picture to show here. All in all a great way to spend a couple of days.

Stay tuned.....

H7HT members will compete for the biggest fish this weekend. Tom Foolery will be in attendance so don't forget to check back and see who wins.

Lore Day Nine 2007

Ever wake up in the morning and say "It's Going To Be A GREAT Day!'? That was day nine. Lisa is sick and so was I. You see my folks were out visiting from Connecticut for the holidays, they come out to visit at least 2-3 times a year that makes me feel pretty special. Anyway today is a Wednesday hunt, so last night I took the night off from work and spent it with my Dad and a man named Chucker at the local Eagles club playing Texas No-Limit Poker. What a glorious night it was, knowing that Lisa was in the hospital and that Bob would be driving us in the Volvo I decided to part take in a little holiday cheer should I say, I was hanging with Mr. Jack Daniels until about 1:30 in the a.m. I won 420 dollars by the way. Being a Sauvies day Bob will be picking me up at 4 a.m which means I would have to wake up at 3:30, you do the math. Needles to say I felt pretty special. After a few instances with "a greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ash tray" we pull up to the non-reservation line. Did I mention that last week was turkey day? I cooked a lovely braised rabbit served over fresh egg noodles. Well as we pull around the corner we noticed there are not a lot of cars in line, as a matter of fact there are no cars in line, because of the holiday the hunt days were upped by one day. Remember how special I feel. Well we decide to drive out to Twin Falls which is a good hour away. We get to Twin Falls which has only one good aspect to it, the walk in is only 7 minutes. I think we have only seen I duck up to this point and I folded it, remember the beautiful wood duck last year? I nap. Wake up. Feel better. Scare off the only other two ducks we have ever seen there. Drink some. Pack up and decide for the unprecedented 3 stop hunting day, we decide to stop at the Old New Spot. We get out to a really nice blind out on the point of a small island, have some drink and some lunch. Big mistake. I take about a 2 mile hike down a slough and poke my head out the other side of a burm. About a dozen red heads and they are big. I raise my Benelli Super Black Eagle they take off, I lower my gun, not knowing whether or not I would be able to retrieve the three ducks I would have folded I decided not to pull the trigger. (That one was for you grampa Clyde) Besides they flew down the slough about 200 yards towards the blind we have set up, so I decide to keep pushing them towards the blind and I know Bob will fold one of them for sure. As I am pushing them I come across the biggest greenie I have ever seen, he was with his woman. I again jump them and I have the greenie in my bead. Again, grampa Clyde was with me, I was uncertain that I could retrieve. 10 dollars through my finger never felt so bad but so good at the same time. So remember we had lunch and some drink before my two mile adventure? I keep pressing these birds up the slough towards are blind, and finally over our blind. Nothing. Not even a call. Nothing. I get back to the blind and the man is asleep. .

Word Out From The Old Side.

Fred G.

Married?

Would You Trust This Man with Your Daughter?

God Bless.

See this movie, I did, it's a mind scrambler!

Farewell Old Friend.

Luminaries Attend Heston's Funeral
By BOB THOMAS – 4 days ago
LOS ANGELES (AP) — Charlton Heston, one of the last lions of Old Hollywood, was remembered at his funeral Saturday as devoutly religious and patriotic — a man who was an imposing figure both in his politics and on the big screen.
Heston died April 5 at age 84 in his Beverly Hills home with his wife, Lydia, at his side following a battle with Alzheimer's disease. The service was held at the Episcopal Parish of St. Matthews, a church in a wooded canyon above Pacific Palisades.
"Charlton sat every Sunday morning right there," said Rev. Michael Scott Seiler, pointing to a front pew in the modernist wooden church shaped with seats arranged in a half moon.
About 300 people attended the funeral, including family members, politicians and actors.
A frail Nancy Reagan entered the church on the arm of Tom Selleck. Following the nearly two-hour ceremony, Reagan left with Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger. Other notables from Heston's Hollywood history included Olivia DeHavilland, Keith Carradine, Pat Boone, Oliver Stone and Rob Reiner.
The first part of the ceremony was devoted to memories of Heston. His daughter, Holly Heston Rochell, recalled her father's love of poetry and recited the words of Shakespeare and Tennyson. Her brother, Fraser Clarke Heston, reminisced about his father's prowess on his tennis court, where he played every Sunday with friends.
He talked about his father's devotion to America and said he "loved his country."
"I never knew a finer man; I will never know a finer man," he said.
His father was cremated, and the family had a small ceremony before the funeral, he said.
Heston was one of the biggest box-office draws of the 1950s, '60s and '70s, often playing legendary leaders or ordinary men thrown into heroic struggles. Some of his notable roles included Marc Antony in "Julius Caesar" and "Antony and Cleopatra"; Michelangelo in "The Agony and the Ecstasy"; John the Baptist in "The Greatest Story Ever Told"; and an astronaut on a topsy-turvy world where simians rule in "Planet of the Apes."
In recent years, Heston became better known for his conservative politics and position on gun rights as head of the National Rifle Association. Heston also campaigned for Republican presidential and congressional candidates and against affirmative action.
Near the end of his five-year tenure as NRA president in 2002, Heston disclosed he had symptoms consistent with Alzheimer's disease. Heston told his fellow NRA members when he stepped down that his time in office was "quite a ride. ... I loved every minute of it."
Heston was born Charles Carter in a Chicago suburb on Oct. 4, 1923. He grew up in the Michigan wilderness and after serving in the Army during World War II began acting.
After acting in two independent films by a college classmate, Heston was put under contract by producer Hal B. Wallis ("Casablanca"). He was later cast as the circus manager in "The Greatest Show on Earth" and then as Moses in "The Ten Commandments."
Heston followed with several other films before "Ben-Hur" elevated him to the top of Hollywood's A-list.
Michael Levine, who was Heston's publicist for 20 years and attended the service, said he was struck by how many people attended from both sides of the political aisle. He attributed this to Heston's "virtue and character."
"It was a beautiful service," he said.

Saint Heston!

I'm too sad to comment at this time. Everyone please observe a moment of silence.

Pop Quiz

This is what awaits one member of the HOY7 hutning team. Can you guess which one?

I'll give you a hint or two.

#1 folder

#2 golfer

current weight loss leader

owner of supportive insoles

???????????

George W. Bushisms

"I think we ought to raise the age at which juveniles can have a gun"---

St. Louis, Missouri; October 18 2000

Welcome the new guy.

It looks like there is a new truck in town. This is the new Ford Ranger belonging to Mr. Bob DaFolder of the HOY7 hunting team. Pretty cool eh? Home projects can't be far away and Lisa is far too pristine for the mundane day to day chores this vehicle is used for. Bitchin'!

Golf

Yesterday Fred G. and I went to play golf.


(Not nearly as exciting without the pictures eh?)

Guest editor

HA! It is I Greenie, and I rule!

I see you ignorant hunters have missed me once again. Although you recently took my best friend and confidant, Philippe, I am now keeping his widow company at my Villa in Cabo Wabo. I have enclosed a picture of the two of us showing you the only angle you will ever see, our French Canadian asses. Look at how fat I have become eating the bread of all these stupid American tourists. Like all Americans they are too slow to catch me and too stupid to know they are only making me stronger. Speaking of photos, I found your camera at the bottom of the river and am now using it to take pictures of all the fine hens here in Cabo. No doubt they are also some of the many members of my extended family you missed with your puny Italian guns. Nice shooting losers! Untill next season.......I quack in your general direction.
I am Greenie, and I RULE!

It has now been made official:

The New York Football Giants are now the greatest team to ever play in any sporting event EVER.

I always knew you were the BEST Eli, I never doubted you once.

D-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough... [thinks hard]
Bluto: the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! [runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let's do it.
Bluto: LET'S DO IT!

Day Twenty Three. Part I

This is the story of day 23. A sad day in the HOY7 hunting team world. With great promise, but also a certain ammount of trepidation, the two founding members of the HOY7 hunting team set out to get in some final duck slaying of the year. It was bitter cold and windy on the mighty Columbia River that morning. A layer of ice formed a ring around the water and the wind driven waves had created an icy froth that looked like snowbanks on the early morning shoreline. A full moon lit up the sky and an unusualy clear ceiling allowed us to go about the business of setting up for the day without artificial light. Fred G rebulit the blind that mother nature had broken down in the past days and I set the blocks, a morning ritual that had become as steady as the rise and fall of the tides.
After I had laid down the last block I realized what an artistic photo opportunity was in front of me so I carefully removed our trusty Olympus camera from my pocket, wraped the safety string arround my gloved hand and found the right angle for the shot. A full moon backing our decoy spread and the icy shore was going to be the right look so I removed my glove in order to operate the controls. I like to believe the sound was like a "blooonk" but it could have been a "psssssht" just as eaisily. Either way the camera was now 2 feet down in the cloudy churning waters of the Columbia. "Help" I yelled, and my trusty hunting partner came running from his morning duties. I handed him my jacket and rolled up my sleeves as far as they would go. Droping my hand into the nearly freezing waters was a shock at first but I knew that this particular model of Olympus camera could take some exposure to the bottom. I swept back and forth as long as my tollerance would allow time and time again untill my arm had turned a chilly red. It was at that moment that I realized the photos for the last day of hunting had come to an end.
I'd like to believe that this is the view our camera is now getting. Or perhaps the beavers are using it as decoration inside their loggy palace. Or, Heston willing, that some other person found it as the water cleared and enjoyed all the historical photos of the H7HTs' season contained within. At any rate, this will be the last picture for a while. Stay tuned for part II of the last day of hunting: Lunch.
GBCH

Go Giants!!!

PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK ABOVE. FOR HESTONS' SAKE.

Day Twenty Two

Or as we like to call it "Killin' for the King". Being as close to MLK day as we could get Sunday hunting was in the mix. Also in the mix was long time H7HT member Andy "Cliffy" V. Being a Sunday we all had the chance to sample the goods at what has come to be known as the Old Old New spot. We set out extra early to take the long walk so no other hunters would crowd us in our quest for the best spot. The same spread from day 21 was used and the blind was improved to accommodate the presence of Mr. 357 magnum.

I'd like to tell you that we all slayed like on day21 but it was just not happening that day. Sometimes all you get is the fine conversation and camaraderie that comes with hunting. We left a little early due to the serious 'lack of things', ducks for example, and headed home for stage two of our day. Stage two turned out to be much better as we watched the New York Football GIANTS try to lose to the Packers of Green Bay.

Andy did kill something after all. This is the plate of delicious chicken wings he demolished. Turns out he needed the energy for his Bionic hip surgery scheduled for today. Good luck Cliffy, try not to pollute the operating room too much and ask for a wheelchair so we can use the ADA blind at Sauvies.

GBCH.

Five Duck Taco

5 Ducks cleaned and back bones removed:
1 Drake Mallard
1 Hen Mallard
2 Drake Ring Neck
1 Gadwell

2 each red and yellow peppers seeded and chopped
5 habanero peppers seeded and minced
3 dried thai chili peppers
2 onions chopped
4 tablespoons minced garlic
1 vanilla bean scraped
10 ounces cranberry preserves
4 ounces mexican bitter-sweet chocolate
2 cups coffee
1/2 cup raspberry vinegar
3 cups stale bread torn up
4 cups chicken stock

In a large dutch oven brown duck on both sides. Remove and add peppers, onions and garlic and cook until slightly caramelized. Add remaining ingredients and cover. Simmer for 2 hours or until very tender, sauce should be thick if not remove duck and continue to simmer until thick. Cool, then pull meat from bones and shred then add back to pepper mixture. Serve over rice or with flour tortillas.

New Old Spot

Circa 2003

A beautiful sunrise to a perfect day

I was right! (Or, Day Twenty One)

I was right! I did shoot me a nice fat greenie today*!









*Problem is that my hunting partner Fred G also shot a greenie today. Before I did. Along with 4 other ducks. Damn.

So, today was day 21 and the season is quickly drawing to a close. We left at 5:30 for the old old spot and on the way out decided to try a new area of the Mighty Columbia. We set up out in the willows on the tip of the high water mark, a spot we perhaps should have tried sooner. I was chock full of ideas this morning. A new decoy spread, telling Fred how to build the blind; which I could tell he appreciated, advice on how to use the whistle call he has; which I could tell he appreciated and even ideas about where to sit. Boy I was full of em'. You see I planed to cleanly take over the lead this morning by greasing the first greenie of the year, and in the process become $20 richer.

There were a few fliers in the early morning but after a beautiful sunrise the ducks started coming in earnest. The first kill was all FGM with a double takedown of bluebills. At first there was some disagreement as to who shot the second one but being a team we worked it out. I missed 3 times. Then a fat ole hen mallard got taken, again by FGM. I missed 3 times. After that a big bunch of Greenies came flyin' in and again Fred folded while I missed 3 times. Now at this point I have to say that I was not the happiest guy in the world. Down 4 ducks and out $20 on what is likely the second to last day of the season, not good. So I did what any adult would do: told Fred to shut the hell up and sulked. At this point he shot yet another duck which I can't even remember right now. Oh yea, and I missed 3 times. AAAAAAARGH.

Well the ammo was running low and the day wasn't looking good for old Bob here so there was only one thing left for me to do. Murder the next Greenie that came by. I did. So you see I was right, I folded a greenie today. With that and a totally average but highly delicious sandwich under my belt I have to say that this was clearly the best day of the season. 6 kills for the team and a successful new spot with great hunting. I only wish Fred G could take a nice picture of me with my duck. Sorry folks but I am not afflicted with the "crazy eye" as the picture implies.
Oh, and one other thing. If you ever decide to clean ducks in your garage take a tip from Tony Soprano, put down a nice drop cloth so it doesn't look like that scene from "Carrie".

Thanks for stoping by and remember GBCH.

I Like This Thing Called Haiku

Ambient Slowly Drives Me Down

Lisa Has Full Tank

Mr. Greenie Shall Die Soon

Day 21 is BDFs' day for $$$$$$$$

Yep, I'm feelin' it. $20 richer tomorrow for the first Greenie of the year!

Day Twenty

New Link Alert

Water level dropping fast.

See new Water Level link below.

More Deep Thoughts

We Present Our Arms

Fred G. Christmas present from his woman

The Model 1100 Classic Trap brings the light-recoil comfort of a gas-operated autoloader back to competitive trapshooting. Each polished blue receiver is graced with an original pattern of scroll engraving, and accented in gold with a beautiful bald eagle, the symbol of American freedom.

The Model 1100 Classic Trap carries a 30" low-profile, light-target contoured vent rib barrel with standard .727" dimensions. Included are three specialized Rem™ Choke trap tubes: Singles (.027"), Mid Handicap (.034"), and Long Handicap (.041"). The fore-end and Monte Carlo stock are semi-fancy American walnut with deep-cut checkering and a high-gloss finish.

Day Nineteen

Oh Death were art thou? Day nineteen started off like every other day we had visions of slaying, we were greeted with visions of water. As you could see the water is up, 7.3 feet to be exact, it's that time of year. Being the best we adapted. We built a beautiful stand up blind and put out an awesome spread of deeks. Where I'm standing is a small island that is flooded with about two feet of water, so we found a spot on the tip of the island and built a great blind. With a stiff wind behind us the spread of blocks that Bob threw out was amazing, notice the blocks on both sides of the blind forcing the ducks to land in the middle. We stood the WHOLE TIME, THE WHOLE TIME! (that one is for you Ned) We had one set of mallards fly by on my side, Bob said I should have taken them down, but being unselfish as I am I was hoping that they were going to come around and fly into our spread so we could both fold. Wonderful sammys and conversation ensued. About an hour later another "hunter" decided to set up behind us, (not seeing us because of our expert stealthiness) I know what you're saying what kind of "hunter" shows up at 10:30? I don't know. After listening to his awful constant calling and the threat of him shooting over our head we decided to pack it up. The beauty of the day was not lost on us, it was an almost perfect day; sunrise, perfect placement of blocks, blind, sammys and coversation, the only thing missing was death.

Recreational Interlude

To those of you that may have known me before we formed the world renown HOY7 Hunting Team, you may wonder what happened to my skiing roots. Well let me tell you they are alive and strong. That's right Jenny X! That's right Brother! That's right Nedly! I am still the best boarder you know.

Woke up this morning, and despite the lingering pain in my back, went to the mountain. If you knew that there was an 18" dump last night you would too. (Well maybe not Bubba Kuehl, he's a pansy) Got up extra early and was there for first chair despite not having my chains or all wheel drive. That's right! You know what I would say to Jenny X. right now? "What you gots!"

The snow was pounding down all morning long and I rode as hard as my old man bones would let me. After several face shots and one rag doll fall it was back to the car for the trip back down the mountain and to prepare for another day of folding action tomorrow. Stay tuned for my hostile takeover of the "Expert" title.

GBCH

Day Eighteen?

Damn that Rhomboid Major. I'm missing the hunting day because of some lame back muscle. Not only that, but my team mate is out there hunting without me. I'm sure he will claim multiple kills when he gets back but let's remember that without photographic proof or a witness they are hard to prove.

So remember, if you see a Rhomboid Major lurking around your neighborhood, call the Police, they are up to no good.

Fred G. here

With Bob out I had to go out and represent the team. So I packed my own lunch and me and Lisa headed out to the Old New Old spot. With gun in hand I headed through the woods and came across two white tailed deer with their eyes shinning at me like two headlights. Ever come across two huge buck deer at 5 a.m.? Me neither kinda scared the crap out of me. Got to the spot threw my blocks out and waited. Then I waited some more. Nothing. No morning fly. I then proceeded to build a great stand up blind and then took off. It was a short day, but at least I went out. Maybe it was fate that I saw nothing, but at least I went out. Oh yeah no pictures or nothing of my day see day five.

Happy New Year from the HOY7 hunting team.

Thanks for being safe this holiday season.

Don't be like Bubba Kuehl, shown here.*

Mr. Heston would be ashamed.

*Image perhaps not actually Bubba Kuehl

Day Seventeen

Day seventeen was a long time comin' so we did our level best to make it a "Big Boy" day. After long work weeks for us both we decided on the new old new spot for some late season folding action. Also if you happen to forget that 2008 requires a new licence for a new year, the new old new spot is perfect. So off to the Mighty Columbia we went.
The first order of business was to set up a new blind and throw out some blocks. Fred G. had spent some quality time in his library that morning and knew of the perfect decoy spread to use so he rearranged my set up and in the process tangled up many of the deeks. (we didn't much care later) The morning fly happened all by itself and we were caught again and again not ready for the folding chances we were given. This prompted a new rule. Always stand for the morning fly.
Later we both took a walk to shrug off the rainy chill and again both missed folding chances. I missed because of the super choppy and windy scenario I encountered on the shipping lane side of the island. I chose not to shoot at the 6 Greenies that flew when I came out of the willows. I don't think I could swim with the barges in order to retrieve them. Fred G. had yet another gun malfunction on the other side of the island. While shooting at some wood ducks some errant lumber got stuck in his Super Black Eagle and rendered it useless. After a field teardown and reassembly he was back in action.
After returning to the blind a lone hen flew into our spread. Fred jumped up and pulled the trigger, click..... Must have gotten some field teardown lessons from Steve-a-rino. I pulled the trigger and blamo.... See the pic above.
Later we ate lunch and took a long nap to counteract the effects of the one beer we shared in the blind. We awoke just in time to not have to cross the rising waters in the dark and successfully made it back to Lisa unharmed. All in all a great "Big Boy" day.

GBCH

We Present Our Arms

Fred G.s' Every Day

The Super Black Eagle sets the standard for style, versatility and performance by which all other

semi-auto shotguns are judged. That judgment is based on unfailing reliability—the kind of reliability

that you can count on, shot, after shot, after shot. As the original 3½" semiauto shotgun, the Super Black Eagle was on the cutting edge of shotgun development.

The Super Black Eagle uses the proven Benelli Inertia Driven® bolt mechanism that allows it to

shoot 2¾", 3" and even 3½" magnum ammunition without adjustments. In addition, the Super

Black Eagle incorporates some basic improvements, such as a drilled and tapped receiver.

More Deep Thoughts

Hamden Fish & Game Club. Hamden CT.

Rather be hunting?

A Letter From Mr. Greenie

Look at me you fools! Here are many pictures of me ALIVE! What else do I have to do? Give you the address of my nest? Today you thought you had me, your pathetic team member Fred G. thought he shot me, I tricked you fools. I swam under the water to evade you and then sat up on the shore watching and laughing at you as you looked for me not once but TWICE! What a waste of time, I made you look for me for about an hour while you could have been in your stupid blind, where ever it is (I'll give you that one, your mastery of blind building is second to none) drinking your whiskey a slaying my comrades. It is I who is number one! Your time is running out and your stupid 20 dollar bet, well I spit on it.

*
I Quack in your general direction.

*

Mr. Greenie

Can You Spot the Difference In These Two Photos?

Day Fifteen & Sixteen.

On day sixteen Fred G slept. It was a rough holiday and he needed the rest. I tried to kill some ducks but fell short of my goal of 7 greenies. I did see a nice fat one just out of reach, and therefore, did not shoot it.

On day fifteen I slept (see picture) so I don't know what happened then. Stay tuned.

Introduction To What the Team Is Using

Fred G. First Purchase

Model 870 Shotguns. The Most Popular Shotgun in Firearms History.

If the Model 870 were introduced today, it would be hailed as a major advance in pump-action shotgun design - the ultimate in strength, durability, silky-smooth bind-free action, and sleek classical lines.Yet this remarkable shotgun has been around for almost half a century, and has become the best-selling shotgun of any type in history, with over nine million made.

A Christmas Song From Us To You

Away in the blind

No ducks will be saved

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Is getting ready to slay

*

The stars in the morning sky

Look down where we sit

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Their smokes are all lit

*

Their bottles go clink

Ducks go whistling by

Bob DaFolder and Fred G.

Count how many will die

*

Their Benellis are loaded

And so are they

The Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Are now ready to slay

*

The Sammys are served

Bob DaFolders asleep

Fred G. kills now

The greenies he keep