A Moment of Quiet Reflection. Reprise

The HOY7 hunting team would like to take this opportunity to send our best wishes to Brother B. As he embarks on a new path of sobriety and cleanliness we ask him to remember his friends are there for him. Happy Trails Brother!

"The problem with some people is that when they are not drunk they're sober"

William Butler Yeats

Name that folder.

Day Four

After a far too long hiatus the two founding members of the world famous HOY7 Hunting Team finally made it back to the mighty Columbia River. We left extra early to accommodate the newly enacted daylight savings time rule. (Strangely enough there was exactly the same amount of light as the day before) After the hike in we set up at the old old spot but soon moved to a new area on the point out closer to the shipping lanes. The water was down substantially and we had to make due with the meager coverage. Fortunately we are not only the best hunters you know, but also the best at camoflage. We are so good in fact that only once did any ducks fly over our head.

The bright sunlight and delicious sandwich combined to create the perfect atmosphere for a nice long nap. I took full advantage. Shortly after we packed up and headed home as the 4:00 workbell rang. Some days there just aren't any ducks to shoot at and this was one of those days. Funny how you can miss a nice cold rainy day eh?

Today's picture is an art photo taken from Fred Gs' late day vantage point. Don't forget to ask him about his favorite way to "leave a bathroom" Good story for sure.

GBCH

Just When You Think It's Safe To Go Back Into the Water

Sometimes the H7HT slays in other ways. Today was Andy's birthday and look what he got. He got a 10 pound steel head salmon, he named him Norman. Normally 357 Like the Magnum is a catch and release kind of guy, but not on this day. Congrats Mr. Inquisitive and Happy Birthday! We'll update you later with the details of how it was prepared and enjoyed.




(Note: This picture would have been a hell of a lot better if Cliff was wearing his official H7HT hat. )

"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy"

Chairman Of the Board

Where Are They Now?

Happy Halloween From the Hoy 7 Hunting Team

Halloween Party


A man and his wife were invited to a swanky masked Halloween Party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went.

The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party after all. In as much as her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.
She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice girl he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. His wife moved on up to him and being a rather seductive woman herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just arrived.

She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little romp.
Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior. She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had.

He said, "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."
Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a real good time!"

Lore

Saturday, July 08, 2006

A Srory Of Mud And Mud Backwards

Hello Friends.
Being there I must interject just a little. It's a story of the mud and a boy named Tommy. Many years ago, myself and some guys named Curieye, Bubba L and Domino (sorry about those sunglasses by the way) decided to take to a day on the CT river. I myself being so large decided to hog all of the ski and knee board time myself, it must have been at least 6 hours straight on the water, I was wasted. Needless to say my massive pythons and thick thighs were k'd. Curieye decided to moor the boat about a half mile out from the beach and said "lets swim to shore" cause being from the east coast we call it the shore. Anyway to make a short story even longer, about a half mile into it, my pythons being as tiered as they were wanted to quit. I couldn't go any further, I decided my destiny was to die right there in the CT river. I was done, I was ready to meet my maker. My life flashed before my eyes. Then lo and behold a young lad out of nowhere said " yo Fred G with your pythons so large, jump into my blow up raft and I shall get you to shore safely". Not to let the young lad down I jumped in and he got me to the shore with some cold berf waiting, safely no less. Well today was a day that brought me back to the day that a young man named Tommy saved me from certain death. I was the man stuck in the quicksand like mud up to my waist today. My long time hunting buddy, companion, my bffe, came back to save his friend because we are a hunting team. HOY7HT is what we call ourselves. He risked his own life to save me from drowning in a mud puddle. After hours of risking uncertain death himself he and myself were able to free myself from the python choking like mud, the more I struggled the more it sucked me down to certain death. After freeing myself we sat and tried to drink some whiskey, we couldn't even, thats how bad it was....you know the whole story now, I just wanted to make sure the MAN named BUBBA got his props, you too TOMMY. I LOVE YOU GUYS....I'm not afraid to say it, I love two men. I'm here because of you twos.
Thanks.

God BlessFred G

A Break In the Action

Sometimes you just want to get up in the morning and go hunting. Well, not this morning.

The season isn't over and it certainly has begun but something prevents us from hunting today. A two day break in the action right at the begining of the fun. Why? I don't know.

Rather than complaining about how this affects the mental state of the team, or how great the sandwich would have been, or even how I would have folded the first Greenie of the season today I'm going to try to be positive. Maybe they needed time to let the ducks rest. Maybe this is an opportunity for the wardens to look at harvest numbers. Maybe this is a time for new ducks to travel through the Pacific Flyway without the threat of the HOY7 hunting teams power. Whatever the reason I hope things work out okay, because next time we are going to make up for today. GBCH

More Jack Handey

I think my new thing will be to try to be a real happy guy.

I'll just walk around being real happy

until some jerk says something stupid to me.

Fred G. Takes A Stab At It

No Hunting Or Killing Now

My Bottle Is Full

Lisa Sits And Waits Idle

Automobile?

“It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can't remember

if it's the thirteenth or the fourteenth.”

-George Burns-

Goes Great with Duck

Andy V., aka. 357 aka. Cliffy went chanterelle

hunting and bags 13 pounds.

(NOTE: A team member actually sends in a pic. for blog)

Name That Folder

Day Three.

Day three saw the first time in a long while that the top three slayers of the storied HOY7 hunting team all sat in the same blind. That's right, Andy 'Cliffy' V. joined us for a day of hunting fun. Of course this particular picture does not do him justice. Cliffy was at the pinacle of awareness and attention untill the days excitement overtook him and he had to 'bring it down a notch'. Meanwhile Fred G. was trying to 'bring it up a notch'. Perhaps if Cliffy had worn his H7HT head gear he would be more involved in this moment.

The day started out clear and warm, never a great sign of impending folding. Also the day before there had been a large windstorm. It seems that every time we have a big windstorm the next few days are less than great. I attribute that to all the ducks being blown downriver to Astoria or perhaps Hawaii. At any rate we saw only minimal ducks and got off fewer shots. Nonetheless, a good time was had by all and we made plans to repeat the process in the near future.

GBCH

(as a sidebar I would like to point out two major developments for the day. #1 There were only two sandwiches for three hunters. #2 Fred G. again drank my last sip, but I was glad he did this time.)

Anyone Still Think It's A Bad Idea To Kill These Things?

On Sunday, May 21st, an adult male mallard was brought to the International Bird Rescue Research Center (IBRRC), with what appeared to be a broken wing. Since 1971, the IBRRC has been rescuing birds from the devastating effects of oil spills around the world. Marie Travers, assistant manager of the center, radiographed the mallard and was immediately shocked by what was revealed on the x-ray. A very clear image of what appeared to be the face, or head, of an extraterrestrial alien was in the bird's stomach.

Day Two

Did I mention I made beef jerky for today's slay? How does a man that drives get the extra half hour of sleep? And speaking of sleeping is it not the early bird that gets the worm? These questions and more but first a word from our sponsor.

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Day Two. I must admit that today I slept in just a little bit but for good reason. I got the elusive 15 extra minutes of sleep that's not suppose to come with driving. The reason being was that I was up all night making fresh beef jerky for the team. I will post the recipe later. I scrambled over to Bob DaFolders' house as fast as Lisa would take me. Upon arrival I see Bob sitting and waiting ever so patiently, Bob gets in my apologies go out and Bob says "we'll never make poker chip!" which he was totally correct because it was 5:03 and we would have to be at poker chip by 5:30, and with an hour drive it was not going to happen. Bob DaFolders silence envelops the truck like a fog over San Francisco. After we hustle to the East side of Sauvies and get in the non-reservation line the fog clears, things seem to be cool, especially since we are not the last ones in line, but the fifth to last. Did I mention I made fresh beef jerky for the team? Well after a little wait we were awarded blind number 13 in the Hunt unit, for me one of the more scenic blinds but not a favorite among hunters due to the late morning light and such. The H7HT loves a challenge. After Bob expertly lays out the blocks we settle in with the same morning rituals, whikey, smokes, chat, whikey and so forth and so on. A lot of sky busting going on and a little frustration, time for lunch. I must have put some of that stuff that's in turkeys cause when Bob was done with his sammy he went right to sleep. Well guess what happens when Bob sleeps? That's right Fred G. kills. Hen Mallard flew about 20 yards out coming into our spread and bamo, first kill of the year for Fred G. and the team, guess what that makes me? See new poll. Well a bunch of same happens, Bob is now trying to stay awake cause he don't want to miss it. Well guess what? he falls asleep again. Now right about this time my bottle of whikey is gone and I look over to Bobs bottle and see he has ever so little left. Well knowing that when Bob wakes up were just going to leave and since I'm carring the bag with all that kind of stuff in it I wanted to make sure the bag was as light as possible, so I drank his last bit of whikey, and as I did he woke up just in time to see me finish his bottle off. Remember the FOG?

Fred G.