Still no hunting.

So I went to the mountain again last week. The snow was so good that I decided to snowboard instead of ski. About a foot and a half of fresh new "powder", it is Oregon after all. And we were treated to the most rare of all Pacific Northwest ski day happenings; Blue Skies.

The picture here is from when I could actually snowboard like I was a young guy because I was, in reality, a young guy. Now I am old and can't do this kind of move anymore. The mind remembers, the body forgot. A couple days and some Flexerall later and I'm as good as new.

Only 2 hundred and some odd days till hunting season.

GBCH

Hoy 7 Hunting Team Is.......

Just Relaxing

There's nothing like a good truck.

1995 GMC Sierra 1500 SLE with the Z-71 offroad package.
5.7l V-8
All power options
Topper
Tow package
Runs & looks great.

Who in their right mind would get rid of such a good hunting rig?

What now ?

So today I went skiing at Mt. Hood. I'm sure you have been hearing about Mt. Hood because stupid people have been getting lost up there for the past few months. Not wanting to get lost I decided to not try to climb to the very top in the middle of a whiteout snowstorm but instead just went skiing. The photo shows what I would have been looking at if it weren't for the 12" of fresh that was cloging my goggles on every turn. Tomorow I'm going snowboarding instead. Still, it's not hunting. Nobody made lunch and there was no wikki next to my chairlift. Only about 225 day to go untill next season. GBCH.

They can't run from the Benelli

LONDON: Webbed feet run in Stumpy's family, but he's the first to have four of them.

A rare mutation has left the eight-day-old duckling with two nearly full-sized legs behind the two he runs on. Nicky Janaway, a duck farmer in New Forest, Hampshire, 95 miles (150 kilometers) southwest of London, unveiled the duckling to reporters on Saturday.
"It was absolutely bizarre. I was thinking 'he's got too many legs' and I kept counting 'one, two, three, four,'" Janaway said.

Stumpy would probably not survive in the wild, but Janaway, who runs the Warrawee Duck Farm in New Forest says he is doing well.
"He's eating and surviving so far and he is running about with those extra legs acting like stabilizers," Janaway said.

After bigfoot.......

The quest begins.

Hunting season is over.

Today the HOY7 hunting team began our search for things we can legally kill other that ducks. This picture was taken in our quest to bring home the elusive Bigfoot or Sasquatch. They never go out of season. Unfortunately we did not see any signs of the creature but every time I was behind Fred G. I thought I smelled something like the stench reported to be a sign of their presence.

The quest continues.
GBCH

Now what?

I guess it's time to join a program now that the season is finally over. Remember, the first step is admitting you have a problem.

There's nothing like a good truck.

Guest editor

HA! It I Greenie and I RULE!

You stupid hunters are all alike. Giving up on killing me because you know I am so superior to you and your pitiful attempts at taking me down. Nice try this year but as you know I am faster and stronger than ever before. Don't I look happy and peaceful sitting at my vacation home in Cabo San Duckus? We are all here laughing at you and your "Big Man" waders, your bright blue chair and your stolen duck call. That's right, it was was I Greenie who took it. Ha ha ha. Good luck honing your skills at trap and skeet. I will be eating free bread from PETA members and shitting on your golf courses in no time.

I quack in your general direction.

Poetry for NEXT year.

Just as the Giants are playing golf

My hunting was a little off.

But much like the Giants have next year

Mine also holds no fear.

Many Giants players will be back

And I too will attack.

Giant opponents do beware

and all you ducks fly with care.

Big Blue is bound to thrill

And I am ready and waiting to KILL.

Day 23 & 24

Well I don't have a picture from today but this one should give you the jist of our last day of the 06 - 07 hunting season. Day 23 was nothing to talk about but day 24 was killer.Fred G definitely takes the title of 'Expert' this year. His killing powers are nothing short of amazing. I like to think that someday I too will be as good of a folder as he is.

The death count for the final day of the season was 4. The hen mallard was the first to go. Followed by 3 other unlucky punk-ass flyers. I believe that Lamont had a hand in the final count for today as he gave one of us the mindset to kill at will.

I feel bad about the end of another great year of folding and will miss it twice every week. But as C. Heston once said, "All good things must come to an end."

There's nothing like a good truck.

Day 22

Snow is a gift of nature.
Being that Portland was in a "snow lock-down" we had the place to ourselves. Even the Mayor of portland declared that if you didn't HAVE TO go outside or to work that you SHOULD NOT. All this for 4 or 5 inches of snow. Man, ain't Portland great.

Somehow we made it all the way to the old old spot on the banks of the mighty Columbia without a catastrofic car wreck or dying from exposure to the elements. With a slight overcast sky and a light breeze we thought that the killing would be non-stop. Of coure, we were wrong.

Todays pictures however, reflect a somewhat disturbing event that happened on the return trip to our trusty truck. Out of nowhere a rather foulmouthed and agressive snowman appeared. We attempted to stay out of his way and, being the passive sorts, keep our distance so as not to provoke him. Unfortunately this would not be that easy. First he started in with the 'Your Momma' jokes. You know, like "Your Momma so stupid she put a phone up her butt and thought she was making a booty call." Still we kept our cool. Then he started the personal insults like "Nice waders fat man and Ohhhhh I almost didn't see you with all that camo on." Sure we got our feelings hurt but that's okay. THEN he started in with a tirade about the HOY7 hunting team being weak and our fold count being so low.

Let me tell you good readers, we had had enough. Nobody insults the team. Nobody!

I'll let you click on the 'Snowman....DEAD' post below to see what happened to that bitch. Just a little reminder to all of you that would contemplate badmouthing the HOY7 hunting team. Not a good idea at all. You're next Greenie.

GBCH

Guest editor

HA! It is I Greenie. So you stupid hunters think you have taken me down. I quack in the face of your poor decisions and misguided shooting. You may have succeded in killing my Uncle Jean Claude but you will never get me! As you can see I am much too fast for you lame Italian guns and rusty shells. While you were freezing in the cold I am protected by my layers of down and my knowing superiority. I am Greenie and I rule!

Day 21

Day 21 was a great day. It all started with cold temps and blustery winds, the perfect set for some great folding. When we arrived at the old old spot there was ice on the banks of the mighty Columbia river and a definite chill to the air. The blocks were set, and lookin good, and we settled in for a prime day. Before the sun came up ducks were flying over our head in huge flocks and the action was nonstop. Fred G folded first. The nice Greenie you see here was the first duck for the team in a long time and it sure felt good to be back in the hunt.

I folded next. You will not see a picture of the fat Pintail I shot that day because of my jealous team member. I gave him the camera but strangely enough the picture didn't turn out. I think that poor camera skills only go so far to explain why there was no picture. The only explaination I have is that my Pintail was so fat it overloaded the cameras little brain. In any event, enjoy this picture of a dead Greenie and remember that cold icy weather never keeps this team down.

GBCH.

Here kitty, kitty, kitty.

Portland is a lot like a cat when it snows.

A cat acts like it has never seen snow before.
If you put a cat in the snow it becomes paralyzed.
Cats have no idea how to get out of the snow.

Man, the Rose City is a funny place to live.

Snowman?.....DEAD!

Day 19 & 20

Yep. That about sums it up. Sitting in the water.

Sitting in the water is no fun.
Even when you got a gun.
Sitting in the water is not great.
There's no food for my plate.
Sitting in the water makes me sad.
These two hunting days were real bad.

Poetry is my life.

The best spot ever?

One day the HOY7 hutning team was invited out to Denver CO. to hunt with the legendary Jiggitty Jeff. We traveled to many places on that trip but one stood out from the rest by a long shot. Strangely enough that spot was not in the prarie or brush lands of northern CO. and not anywhere along the front range. That spot was near the intersection of 58th and Federal close to downtown Denver.

Take a good look at this picturesque waterski lake in a gated suburb spot. For Hestons sake, there were train tracks right behind us and a McDonalds on the other side of the hill. Even with the noise ordinence we still folded more ducks that day than any other since and some fat geese too. What the hell?

Now I don't like to complain but where are all the 'Pacific Flyway' ducks at these days? Has global warming sentanced us to years of Fred G. being the expert with a total of 3 ducks? Are we destined to learn the delicate art of skyblasting in order to fold some ducks? Where are the Arctic air masses, the freezing tempatures, the snow? WHERE ARE MY DUCKS?

I feel better now. Thanks for your time.
GBCH