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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

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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

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