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First time 4 members in 1 place.....coming to a theatre near you Nov 17th-23rd.   Founders tour is on!!!

H7HT headquaters Harrison Idaho.

http://www.vrbo.com/451352

Happy Birthday Fred G!

It won't be long now.

Let the battle begin

This past week was summer vacation time for the founding members of the H7HT.  As all of you know summer vacation means one thing and one thing only, the fight for the Blue Jacket.  Along the way we had some other fun with Clider but golf was the main attraction for this trip.  Fred G traveled to the great state of Idaho and I picked him up at the airport then was off to work while he was able to get in a few practice rounds at Galena Ridge.  The practice was important as I was not giving him any strokes this year.  Last year the 17 strokes I gave him cost me the Blue Jacket and a little thing I like to call pride.  Beaten on my home golf course is no way to survive a winter lay off from the sport. 

 

The first day we played a solid round of 18+ at the most spectacular mountain golf course in the region, Galena Ridge. (find us on facebook or at www.silvermt.com) Then it was off to the cabin for some home cookin' on the Sportsman's grill and not one, not two, not three but several delicious beverages.  The next morning sporting clays were on the schedule and we met Clider at his house bright and early.  After a quick stop at McDeath I had a teriffic plan to keep me out of jail.  I let Clider drive.  We made it to the range where I miraculously shot 73 out of 100 clays to win the day.  Clider was right behind me and Fred G had problems with a bent and misfiring gun and was only able to come in 3rd out of 3.  Fortunately the club had a big cooler of water for all to have which kept me from further dehydration and almost certain death.  Did I mention it was hot?  142 degrees in the shade that day and more heat to come.  We droped off Clider after a tour of his deccoy collection.  (There are no pictures of the collection because pictures can not do it justice.  Suffice to say, when Clider brings all his decoys we will need two trucks to get wherever we are going.)  Then it was back to the cabin where I waited to die and took a nap.

 

 

The next morning it was bright and early again as we drove to the world famous Coeur d'Alene Resort Course and their amazing floating green.  Our Golf Pro for the day was none other than Mr. Andy Warburton, a friend from the winter months and the only way we could play this expensive and beautiful course.  Kyle, our caddy, had his hands full tracking down the occasional errant shot and being our #1 cheerleader for 18 holes.  Oh, to be young and dependant on tips.  After crushing the course like none before we stoped on the way back for another quick 9 holes at Galena.  The Flat Iron steak Fred G. made that night was delicious.  Did I mention he had been crushing me at Ducey the whole time?  THE WHOLE TIME!

 

The next morning was another hot one as we walked the 9 holes at the Shoshone Counrty Club and destroyed records at yet another golf course.  That afternoon I had been planning a trip up to Clider's summertime domain, the Silver Mt. bike park,  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLrZFHsT8rM but Clider would not be able to join us as he was off to Glacier Ntl Park for some well deserved time out of the valley.  Fred and I were only able to get our hands on size medium XC bikes rather than the XL full downhill bikes I had planned on but even with that disadvantage we made it alive through a warm up run and an unintended 3,400 vertical feet of singletrack back to town.  Fred G absolutely shredded the trail despite not having been on a real mountain bike since I tried to kill him in Breckenridge years ago. That night however, I went 6 to 0 to stage the most amazing ducey comeback in the history of the world.  I was in fuego.

 

Our vacation came to a close the next day after more golf at Galena Ridge and another close round.  In the end I was awarded the Blue Jacket in a ceremony not unlike the pros.  The former champion presented the jacket to me in a luxury cabin while several insiders looked on in awe.  Shortly after I went back to work and Fred G went home to get on with the business of being a former champ.  Giggitty.

 

Thanks to all that made this years golf outing great, and only a few short months before the shooting starts!

 
 GBCH


 

Who Shall Remain Supreme?

A. Bob DaFolder

3. Fred G.

Nothing new in hunting.....how about home improvement?

As found

As some of you that know me know, I always need a project.  This spring I decided to improve the storage capacity of our mud/laundry room by adding some cabinets to the bare logs.  The first step was finding just the right style of vintage, slightly beat up, rustic and inexpensive cabinet.  I found it at a complete junk show of a yard sale just down the street.  As I was looking through the dead hoarders junk on display I asked the nice lady holding the sale if she had any cabinets.  She did.  They were in the basement of the house and it was slated to be torn down.  If I was to remove them myself I could have them for a mere $50.  Done deal.  I carefully tore them out of the basement and took all the shelving and 1950's lumber I could.  You just don't find this kind of lumber at the Home Depot, it's solid and strong.  The 2x4's have a heft nothing like the lumber nowadays. 

Above the other door too

My plan was to reconstruct the cabinetry so that it fit my space and I started with making shelves and getting them in place.  After that I built the cabinets around them using most, but not all of the originals from my pile.  (Some of the cabinet doors are left over and will be added to the shed in an upcoming project.)  A litte paint and some ingenious hardware choices inspired by my Sweetie and you have the new laundry room storage you see here.  The cost of the entire project was just about $100 and took a few days.  Bam!  With the shelving left over I plan to make a nice folding table.  That's right, folding.  Like, laundry folding.  Not that other kind.  The real kind of folding that will occur this fall when the H7HT takes to the blind.  Soon.



I am now Retired.

Don't let anyone tell you it's not possible to live your dreams.  Because sometimes dreams come true.

ThankyouFred

I have been slacking on my blogging duties for awhile now.  First off I wanted to say that I am proud of  Bob for getting in a boat, and surviving.  I hope he was exceedingly polite, please. Thank you.  I assume they restocked the river after you guys pulled all the fish out of it.

I went to Portland a while back on a quick, surprise trip.  Bob made me promise to avoid chain restaurants for the duration of the trip and it was truly expert advice.  The occasion for the journey was Monica's birthday and we had no agenda except eating three meals a day.  Following more of Bob's advice we stayed at the Kennedy School which was a pretty unique experience, definitely would do that again.  We bumbled around Powell's book store, went to both Voodoo Doughnuts and even hung with the homeless in China Town.

We got reservations at Fred's store for Friday night, Monica's birthday dinner.  My only experiences with Fred have involved strong smells, slurred speech, copious amounts of profanity, too much wiki, blood and feathers.  I heard tales of Fred having a pretty nice little place in Portland but didn't really know what to expect.

I had no idea what a classy guy I was hanging out with.  Everything was amazing, Jackie brought out course after course of incredible food.  We had everything and dessert.  Dinner was the highlight of our trip, and it was shocking to see Fred in a professional setting. Thank you for making it such an awesome night, we both had a really great time.

Cliffy, you should come out with Fred this winter, early season.  Also come play golf with shotguns in a few weeks, Bob needs someone to carry his gun.  His heart can't take too much strain.

goose

A Friend of mine heard we hate geese, so I have these now!

The Float 2014

                                                                                                                                         

Pretty.  The one word to describe this year.  

This year was like all others, lots and lots of fishing, great food, BB gunnin, beer and booze.  Amazing fishing.

Cliffy picks us up bright and early at 6am.  Rain in the forecast did not scare us off.   After a short jaunt to the put in unload and load up, on the river at 830.  The river was the crowded, the most we have ever seen, this did not sway us.  Bob this year boughtin a license and a spinner rod with the hopes of catching the biggest, the most and the best fish.  He was on mark.  First stop Bob catches the first fish.  Damn!  Next stop Bob lands another monster, truly amazing, Cliffy and I are scratching our heads, spinning reel?  It's on.  After many stops we make it to the camping pull out.

We procure our normal spot.  We unpack and set camp.  I am immediately back in the water throwing flies.  My first cast I hook up a massive white fish.  It fought for nearly 20 minutes until I thoroughly exhausted it, we were undecided if I should even throw it back due to how I punished it.  Would it survive after such a battle royal?  Well I gave the big guy some mouth to mouth and revived it back to life and off it went up river, cause that's the way fish swim, to live to die another day.  Cliffy had some stank on his hook a couple of times, teaching these bastards not to F with the H7HT.  We start some damage on the cooler to make props we could put down with the Daisy.  There was also much wikki flowing too, it was so cold, which we welcomed on the scorching desert day.  Cliffy was on fire!  Knocking cans silly, making Bob and me drink over and over again.

Dinner arrived not a moment too soon.  This year was Mexi.  Pork Rojo tacos.  Delish.  After we all helped do the dishes we were back on the Daisy.  Still Cliffy was master, punishing every can like it was his red headed step brother.  These two guys even felt bad for me, remember that time I did all the shotguns?  Well they just volunteered.  Soon enough all of our bottles of wikki went dry.  Darkness fell upon us like goose poo on a golf course.  We sat up by the fire and told stories of slaying ducks and watching stars shoot by us.  After several hours we call it and hit the hay for the most restful night sleep, bellies full of chili rojo with beans.  A light rain lulled us into slumber.

We awake and have an awesome breakfast.  Farm fresh eggs, homemade sausage, griddle cakes with fresh strawberry jam and hot coffee.  We pack up and hit the river for some more catch and release, and there was much to be had by everyone.  Seems as though if our flies were wet there was a monster on the other end.  We get to the pull out high from our river experience.  As we are pulling out we hear other fishermen cursing the river coming out with no luck.  Of course they came out empty the H7HT caughtin all the fish.  

Yet another great float.  Beauty.

Do the DU, Monica is bonafide!

Won't be long now.

Three days from now

I sit on the prow

Of the fishing raft how

I try to fish now

 

 

My Captain Cliff

Bridges the rift

Between my old skiff

And the hunting I wish

 

That my days did hold

And while I still fold

The new dreams are told

Are of fish all cold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That elude my grasp

 And swim right past

The rod I cast

Never to be last

 

Of my desire to be

A fisherman thee

That gets maybe three

Of the elusive fishee

 

 

Maybe I can win

A fish that can swim

And a beer that gives in

To my ongoing grin

 

I'm not the only one thinking about the annual H7HT fishing trip.  You are too.  You say to yourself, "I wish I was going down the mighty Deschutes river and challenging fish to their final demise", but alas, you are not going.  We are.

All three of the Charter Members will soon be packing their gear and heading to the Warm Springs Indian pow-wow for a 2 day float trip.  We will fish.  We will camp.  We will shoot a BB gun with amazing accuracy.  But most of all, we will represent the H7HT.

It's spring and many people will be thinking about riding their bike or playing golf or working in their garden.  Not us.  We will bond. (disclaimer: I have been thinking of all those things.)  The Fish we catch will fry on the grill with amazing ease and the beer will be consumed with the same fervor. We will teach all other fishermen on the river how to be Men and they will look at us with respect and envy.  Furthermore, we will be Kings.

So just be aware of how you are missing out on this.  Be jealous. Be resentful.

And the following day be happy you are not the one with a big hangover counting the hours until you reach home.  RESPECT.
GBCH.

Notice the fisherman in the background, looking dissapointed.

Old School. New Old Spot.

These things need to be stopped, and we're just the guys to do it.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/woman-claims-injured-pet-duck-sues-owner-275-000-article-1.1767496

The beauty of the Fishing Trip.

Floating Happily.

The beauty of the fishing trip is the float. Soon after the mighty Deschutes River has given us a relaxing and reinvigorating overload of water and fishing and scenery, we set about making a campsite worthy of Kings. Camping chairs, BB gun course, homey tents and a kitchen worthy of the finest Chefs and Captains of the food industry.  Soon after, the magic begins.  Dinner and  movie.  The 'movie' being shooting cans that have just been liberated from containment of their liquid oppressors. The conversation inevitably turns to the upcoming hunting season.  The season of the Greenie.

I can't wait to discuss the upcoming 'Expert' and how I will be that guy.  The cliffhanger of who will be the winner of the coveted 'First Greenie' and 'First Duck' of the season and maybe who can catch the most fish while hungover on the float out.  It won't be me.  I'll be relaxing in the boat.  Enjoying the float and trying not to interrupt the majesty of what I see. It is a beauty that is a long time coming.  I can't wait.  GBCH

GDMF Clider. The 'EXPERT' at everything.

http://player.vimeo.com/video/71281747

Until next year.

Double the Horses!

I am currently involved in a project that will allow Bob and I to fly to the blind at breakneck speed, clearing obstacles with ease.

"Can you please point the light in front of us please, I can't see, please....Thank you"