Huh?

I found this piece of mystery machinery the other day on the roadside. I'm not exactly sure what it is but I do know it's a dually, two steering wheels and has a V8. A little help here? Anyone?

Lisa?

http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/pts/2618763465.html

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Where am I?

HINTS:

Gas Station
Camero
Burn Out
Rust AM

It won"t be long now.

Really, it won't.

Shot On Site On the Property

I know I'm posting a lot of video today, but this one really has to be seen. This will be on the property for sure. Also check out how fast that guy reloads the shotgun.

I Could Watch this One All Day

Ouch!

Time Is Ticking

Technology challenged.....

Sanke Pliskin.

OR

Joe Kidd.

Vote below because I don't know how to make a survey in the left border.
watching both today. 2 badass MF's

Lone Lake

Just outside of Mullan ID. we pulled up to the trailhead for Lone Lake. Stevens Lakes were to the left and an easier and perhaps shorter hike but we decided that Lone Lake would be the better choice. Good call stoopid. After 1/2 mile on a jeep road we turned right up a steep double track that stretched on for over a mile to the west. After making it to the top of the incline we realized that bringing a map, or even some kind of directions, would have been a great idea.

This time turning left at the fork we were on to the correct trail. Another brutally steep 2 mile trail through clear cuts and new growth cedar forest. With our legs burning we reached a meadow of huckleberry and gooseberry that stretched on for 200 yards. Hindsight being 20/20 we thought that bear bells would be a good call for next time, so we yelled and clapped and sang bad songs to let the bear know we were there. I also explained that my .38, although small, would still sting when I shot that bear in the eyeball. I must say I was surprised not see one in this meadow. It's not like your hike through the local park. Nobody comes to this area on any regular basis and we saw not one other person the whole day on this hike from the parking place to the summit. Sketch!

After another big climb we pushed on to not one but two false summits before we reached the lake. All told about 2000 vertical from our starting point, not counting the mistaken 2 miles of vert in the wrong direction. The beautiful lake was its own reward and we stayed long enough to have a nice lunch and contemplate a swim before heading back to the trail-head. All in all a 5 hour hike to a little known lake in the North Idaho Bitterroot range. Reaching the truck was a relief and the ride home was a lesson in sore and stiff legs. A great way to spend a day off.

Would I do this hike again? NFW.
GBCH

Macks to the Mouth: Day 2

Day 2 was everything and more. We awoke at 5:30 am and made a batch of coffee from Extracto beans in a french press. I put my waders on, poured some coffee into my cup, grabbed my rod and waded out downstream of camp. With my coffee cup attached to my wader belt, I lit up my morning smoke and started casting. It was good to be in the water again swinging flies, drinking coffee, smokin'. By 9:40, I had covered some good water with no takes. I decided it was time to make breakfast. I fired up Joe's two burner stove, turned the heat down, and put the griddle on to heat up. I buttered that griddle up, threw some bread on and got it toasted. Then I put the ribeyes on and seared that shit 'till med rare followed by 2 eggs per, over easy. Oh hello there, what are you in my cup? Bloody mary. While eating, we watched Big Horn Sheep scamper the hillsides. Damn, what a good morning. After breakfast, dishes and quite a few more bloody mary's, I rocked out the nymphing rod, packed up another bloody mary and headed upstream to some riffles while Brian and Joe headed for some more sleep. The weather was turning out to be perfect. No wind and cloudy. I fished that riffle hard with no luck and decided to head downstream to another set of riffles that I scoped out earlier in the morning. Just as I round the bend, I spot another fisherman already there. No worries I thought, I wanted to cast Brian's spey rod for a little bit anyways, then I'll head down. About 20 casts later, fish on. After a 10 minute battle, I put a rock to the head of a 26" hatchery steelhead. A little on the small side, but hey, could be smaller. Half cocked from morning and afternoon cocktails, I woke the boys to celebrate as I gutted the fish. The rest of the day we pretty much just chilled out, played crib, napped, threw a spinner here and there from our beach chairs and had hot dogs for dinner.

Spoted on the roadside

Questionable advertising placement.

Macks To the Mouth: Day 1

Well, a buddy from work (who has a stellar raft) and I decided to float Macks Canyon to the Mouth of the Deschutes River last weekend. We each took Friday off and left from work Thursday night. On the way, we stopped off in Hood River to pick Johnny V's Oregon replacement, Brian Pickering. We got to Macks around 10 at night and set up our sleeping quarters. Woke up bright and early to inflate the raft, load our gear (which included a superior toilet) and pushed off. The river greeted us with sunshine and perfect water level and color. Being such, we started to drink of course (it's 8:30 am). We floated 9 miles in 3 hours stopping once so I could throw a nymph. We got close to our destination of Lockit (our planned camp), but saw lots of boats and full camps a long the way. So we ran into a single site 1 mile shy that had a beautiful run in front of it (not to mention the run before and after it). With a 10x10 sandy beach and 3 tent sites, we decided to make this our home for the next 2 nights (did I mention we had a superior pooper). After setting up camp around noon, the inevitable happened, the infamous Deschutes canyon winds. Being bummed about casting a fly rod, Pickering brought out the best.........let's drink! We did, and that's pretty much the conclusion of day 1.

And now, a message from Jenny X.

I have been allowing this wasp condo development to be a lesson for the Team on what we need in this world besides chemical deterrents. The answer is a .357

God Bless C.H. ,S&M

EDX

Ladies and Gentlemen, long standing team member Jenny X.
Thanks for the contribution Jenny. Your ultimate knowledge of proper wasp eradication will be a lesson for me and the rest of the H7HT in future encounters with these criminal elements. I shall start shopping for the proper deterrent but have one question. If I have smaller nests can I use a smaller caliber? Say, a .38+P?

I'm Trying

I'm trying here, after some deep investigation I found this MAP, it's an hour and a half away but what's too far?  Seasonal ponds. Maybe if Cliffy feels like it some day we could do some pre scouting, just saying, season starts in a month.  Also the Oregon Chapter is wishing the Expert best of luck on his opening day, hope all his ducks are in a row.

God Bless Charlton Heston

Just A Taste

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Recent Trip To the Glacier Peak Wilderness

(transcribed by Fred G. Cliffy to lazy to post)

The plan was to climb Maude and 7 Fingered Jack in one day.  Due to the heat, I only made Maude and passed on 7FJ due to the amount of water I was consuming (over 7 liters in 7 hours on the Maude climb) and no visible water source on 7FJ.  Reaching my camp in the Leroy Basin at 2 pm, the flies were huge and eating me alive, and due to the temp. inside my tent, I opted to hike out.  I reached Leavenworth around 7 pm and took up shelter in motel that had a 20 foot statue of a black night.  Awesome.  Slammed a burger and a few beers at Gustovs and called it a night.

Nestucca River Back Country Byway

Ah the last days of summer are upon us. Wednesday I decided to ride the Nestucca river.  With a chill in the air and a over cast sky I headed towards Tillamook via rt 6 which follows the Wilson river, it's a great road with long sweeping turns. I actually had to stop and buy some thermals.  From there I jumped onto 101 south and made a quick stop at Cape Lookout.  Made way down to a small town of Beaver and jumped onto the Nestucca River Road. I followed the 50 mile river the through a wooded canyon. The river has been designated an Oregon State Scenic Waterway. The canyon is lined with weathered cliffs made of seafloor sandstones and basalts. The walls are covered by lichens, worts, and mosses. The woods lining the canyon is a temperate rain forest because it rains 120 inches annually. The area is considered one of the richest biomasses in the world. The first 1/3 was quite enjoyable, very scenic, road in great condition and great turns.  The middle 1/3 on the other hand was not my type of road plus 3 miles of it are not paved, I knew that going into it.  15 mph turns back and forth mixed in with sparingly 35 mph, shifting up and down up and down.  My bike is not geared for that so it got a little monotonous.  The last third was just like the beginning very enjoyable.  The trip was also a scouting trip for fishing.  I read that the river is a great river for Steelhead, but that must be more towards the mouth of the river bellow Tillamook because all I saw was some fine trout fishing.  All in all it was a nice trip, I would do it again, but maybe on a Sunday afternoon in a car with a nice lunch.