Recreational Update:

Bob DaFolder makes first turns of the season!*

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*Turns shown in this picture may not be actual turns made today.

Yo Yo, check me out.

Click the "Yo Yo, check me out" link stuff up above.

If you see me, shoot me.

The Snow Goose (Chen caerulescens), also known as the Blue Goose, is a North Americanspecies of goose. Its name derives from the typically white plumage. The genus of this bird is disputed. The American Ornithologists' Union and BirdLife International place this species and the other "white" geese in the Chen genus, while other authorities place it in the more traditional "grey" goose genus Anser.

This goose breeds north of the timberline in Greenland, Canada, Alaska, and the northeastern tip of Siberia, and in warm parts of North America from southwestern British Columbia through parts of the United States to Mexico.^[1] It is a rare vagrant to Europe, but a frequent escape from collections and an occasional feral breeder. Snow Geese are rare visitors to the British IslesBarnacle, Brent and Greenland White-frontedferal population in Scotland from which many vagrant birds in Britain seem to derive. where they are seen regularly among flocks of geese.

Idaho: Day 7

Or the day I like to call 'Heston is mad at me' day.
Today I'm hunting by myself because Dallas is off to Montana to hunt deer or elk or something other than ducks, I would have liked to have seen Montana. Anyway, it's off to an early start because there is snow in the forecast and I have an hour drive to my spot on Anderson lake. The roads were clear and I had plenty of time to set up and arrange a nice decoy spread in the shallow water surrounding the point. It's quiet in Idaho at 5 AM, almost eerily quiet, and it's interesting to hear all the animals come to life in the early morning. I could hear the quacking of far off ducks on the other side of the lake, and the wave of snow that started to fall came to me first as the sound of soft snow progressing over the waters surface.

I sat in the light snow and watched as the dark of night turned to the light gray of a snowy morning. Ducks started to fly. I was calling quite a bit because the snow had reduced visibility and I wanted the ducks to know where I was. Several Mallards landed nearby and a couple swam near my decoys. When they were within 25 yards I jumped up and they took flight, my first shot missed but the second took the Drake down. The Greenie hit the water and dove down into the reeds, a natural response I guess, but he must have gotten caught up down there. I saw where he landed and knew that the water was no more than thigh deep so I made my way out to retrieve him but after a fruitless search I came up with nothing.

Regular readers may remember the post on this very blog about my Grandpa Clyde. I first wrote about him because of this very issue, retrieving downed ducks. The HOY7 Hunting Team does everything in our power to retrieve our birds and today was no exception. I searched a grid pattern by walking the whole area he could have been, hoping to jar him loose from the reeds. There was no chance he swam away as I had a great view of the waters surface. Still, I came up with nothing. Grandpa Clyde, I am sorry.

Of course Grandpa Clyde would be sad but he does not have the power of Heston. Only the Great Heston could have punished me for this transgression. And he did. I went through most of a box of shells today and never made another shot after that one. I missed the Geese that flew 20 feet over my head. It's not like they surprised me, I saw them coming at a blistering 5 mph for 40 - 50 seconds before I lifted the Benelli and took careful aim. 3 shots, nothing. How about the group of greenies that circled my blocks twice? 3 shots, nothing. The teal or widgeon that blasted from left to right? 3 shots, nothing. And finally, here's the capper, the group of 12 or so Snow Geese that flew right over my head, again I saw them coming and had all the time in the world to make a good shot. You guessed it. 3 shots, nothing.

So now I have a week to think about what I could have done differently and how to make this up to the duck population and the great Lord Heston. Some act of contrition that will ease my conscience and make up for what I've done. I'm considering joining Delta Waterfowl, my membership will help restore habitat and maybe a cute little baby duck will be born because of my donation. later I hope to shoot him. Whatever happens I hope next week Heston will allow me to slay ducks and geese, and bring them home to my table.

GBCH

The Rainbow Room 2009

The Next Reader

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Idioms For Idiots

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Patience Of Job


It refers to Job’s refusal to condemn God when Satan was allowed to destroy his family and his livestock, essentially turning him from a rich man into a childless pauper overnight. Instead he entered into a series of dialogs that culminated in a fascinating conversation with God Himself. In the end Job saw the error in his ways, sought forgiveness, and everything was restored.

The main idea running through the Book of Job is that when we justify ourselves, by saying that we don’t deserve to experience catastrophic loss, we condemn God, in effect accusing Him of being unjust.

Had Job not been a sinner, God could not have authorized Satan to torment him, and through his patient attempts to understand this, we learn valuable lessons. “For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.”

Red Necks and Google Maps

A day starts off at a place we never made it to last year and this year I've been there twice. Twin Falls. Twin Falls as we all know by now is out past the Old New Spot at Dalton Point. I think it should be re-named, more on that later. Andy and I are both DL hunting (disabled not down low) so the short hike out makes for an easy on the body hike, but same difficulty rating on the bottle. The anticipation by no means is high. While we are setting up I spy a low fly'er and then another, maybe it's going to be a good afternoon. While we are sitting there enjoying the mighty Columbia, it's magnificent vastness and it's unadulterated beauty, Mr. Red Neck with shitass dog show up. I call that dog shitass because he took a huge dump right by our blind. Mr. Red Neck approaches us, "hey guys how's it going? how's the hunting here" he aks us. "I Google Mapped this here place, it seemed to be a darn good spot". (Not speaking to Mr. Red Neck but making an observation) My question to you is when for Hestons sake did dumb shits "lern" themselves on a computer? Was it the library? Why is it the Google Earth/Maps changing the face of duck hunting? Can we, being the H7HT, sue the guy in charge of Google, what's his name? I turned to him and blew smoke in his face and said "listen Hill Billy why don't you pack up the way you came in and take your stink ass dog, and he does stink, then take your "computar" back to Ikea, and forget that you ever saw this place, I think you would have better luck hunting at some damn park or golf course". He then said "Well dude don't freak on my ass I read about this place on some hunting blog...the Hoy 7 Hunting Blog!!" I said "shut up beyatch we are the H7HT, next time you see any of our vehicles make like a tree and blow!!". Senior Red Neck high tails it out of there not wanting any part of us. Hunting presumes. Time passes and Cliffy, once an expert back in 2005, spy's a set of green heads. They were flying high and not wanting any part us. It made me think, being where we are we have to make the best of what we see. If we see some ducks, any ducks we have to make the best of it. In other words we have to "Strike While The Iron Is Hot".

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Twin Falls? I don't think so, the name that is, the Twin Falls have dried up I think due to global warming. I think we are almost out of water. Just look at the Mighty Columbia. I think Twin Falls should be called "The Rainbow", not like gee, but like a water spectrum. "The Rainbow Room". Have you never seen one there?

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It's Not the Best But It Is Ours

How about an afternoon hunt at the Old New Spot I asked myself? Sure what the hell I said. Got out of work and on the road at about 2pm, only need a couple of hours I said. Hell I have "The Patience Of Job".

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It's not the best place in the world to hunt, it's not even half way decent this time of year. But it has something a lot of other places does not, solitude. Imagine if you could a place you owned that you could go out and sit in peace, you are what you make of it. Imagine winning the old Powerball, and being Wednesday I did. I sat among the grasses with my seven blocks out, with my whikey and my wides doing just that. This is what it's going to be like someday, I thought to myself. But one thing will be different, there will be ducks. I'm not bitchin, it's a 20 minute drive and a 10 minute walk, easy enough even in my condition. I sat proudly being a part of the H7Ht, wearing my hat and hunting the way we always have done in the past. Reprezentin I call it, I knew the chances of seeing anything was slim to none, but there I sat. Reprezentin. Hunting the way we always have done. Reprezentin.

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A few hours passed and it was time to call it, I pulled the blocks, packed the bags and hiked out. Lisa greeted me and we were off. It was a good day. I was able to hike out to the Old New Spot, I sat and enjoyed the peace, Mt. Hood peaking over the closer mountains all lit up by the evening light. It was almost perfect.

Idioms For Idiots

Jump the Gun

Meaning:
Begin something before preparations for it are complete.

Origin:
'Jump the gun' derives from track and field races and was preceded in the USA by the phrase 'beat the gun' (or pistol). This has been known from the early 20th century, as in this example from Crowther and Ruhl's Rowing and Track Athletics, 1905:

False starts were rarely penalized, the pistol generally followed immediately on the signal "Get set!" and so shiftless were the starters and officials that "beating the pistol" was one of the tricks which less sportsmanlike runners constantly practised.
The earliest citation that I can find for 'jump the gun' isn't directly related to athletics, but is a figurative usage, as we use the phrase today - from The Iowa Homestead, November 1921:
"Give the pigs a good start; jump the gun, so to speak, and get them on a grain ration before weaning time."
The use of 'jump' in both phrases derives from the 'make a sudden, unexpected movement' meaning of the word. This usage is apparent in earlier phrases 'jump someone's claim' and 'jump ship' and the later (mid 20th century) 'jump the queue'.

Another Day Number Unkown

One bad knee and one bad hip walk into a bar and the bartender says "what's hoppining?"

Get it?

So Cliffy and I decide not to let our time here on the great planet earth just pass us by, we decide to head out to Sauvies on Sunday. I know what you are saying, "On a SUNDAY?!" "Hunting Sauvies on a Sunday?" "Fred G. is it not the busiest day of the week?" "Aren't you two lame guys?" (lame being disabled by the way) It is. And we are. Being the BEST we figured it out. One word, Afternoon hunting. I pick up Cliffy, after a good night sleep, a tasty breakfast, and a little work around the house, at a reasonable time 12:00 pm. We head to Sauvies pull up to the check in station walk right up pick a blind, Mud Hen 11, and by 1:15 we are set up and ready to slay. We have 2 hours and 45 minutes. Sauvies is different as you all well know, cause you all read the blog, you see ducks and you hear other guys skybustin. After a few flights of ducks way over heads I remember something. They love the whistle!!! How did I forget? I guess being out three times all ready this year this was like the first real day. After a little whistle blowing I worked some ducks into our spread, something that does not happen very often on Sauvies, and some shots were taken and some birds flew away. It's getting closer to dusk now and we have about 20 minutes to go, birds are flying. (note picture in story and picture in header) With a little more whistle I work a set of ducks into our spread, it was then that I "Jumped the Gun". Lets just say it is good to know the Benelli works just fine, hopefully first of the year jitters are gone. We will be back.

Dropped my Tiparello part duex

Meniscus Tear

There are two menisci in your knee; each rests between the thigh bone (femur) and shin bone (tibia). The menisci are made of tough cartilage and conform to the surfaces of the bones upon which they rest. One meniscus is on the inside of your knee; this is the medial meniscus. The other meniscus rests on the outside of your knee, the lateral meniscus.

These meniscus functions to distribute your body weight across the knee joint. Without the meniscus present, the weight of your body would be unevenly applied to the bones in your legs (the femur and tibia). This uneven weight distribution would cause excessive forces in specific areas of bone leading to early arthritis of knee joint. Therefore, the function of the meniscus is critical to the health of your knee.

The meniscus is C-shaped and has a wedged profile. The wedged profile helps maintain the stability of the joint by keeping the rounded femur surface from sliding off the flat tibial surface. The meniscus is nourished by small blood vessels, but the meniscus also has a large area in the center of that has no direct blood supply (avascular). This presents a problem when there is an injury to the meniscus as the avascular areas tend not to heal. Without the essential nutrients supplied by blood vessels, healing cannot take place.

How does the meniscus work?
The knee joint is very important in allowing people to go about performing almost any activity. The joint is made up of three bones: the femur (thigh bone), the tibia (shin bone), and the patella (knee cap). The surfaces of these bones within the joint are covered with a layer of cartilage. This important surface allows the bones to smoothly glide against each other without causing damage to the bone. The meniscus sits between the cartilage surfaces of the bone to distribute weight and to improve the stability of the joint

A meniscectomy is a surgical procedure that is performed to remove a torn meniscus from the knee joint. A meniscectomy may be recommended if the torn meniscus is causing symptoms of discomfort. The meniscectomy is an arthroscopic procedure, performed through small incisions with the aid of a small camera inserted into the joint.

How is arthroscopic surgery performed?
Arthroscopic surgery is a procedure that is used to look inside a joint. Through one small incision (about 1 centimeter) a small camera, about the size of a pencil, is inserted into the joint. Using one or more other small incisions, your surgeon places other instruments inside the knee to remove the torn cartilage.

New Feature

A new feature here at the blog. English Idioms. An idiom is generally a colloquial metaphor — a term requiring some foundational knowledge, information, or experience, to use only within a culture, where conversational parties must possess common cultural references. Therefore, idioms are not considered part of the language, but part of the culture. As culture typically is localized, idioms often are useless beyond their local context; nevertheless, some idioms can be more universal than others, can be easily translated, and the metamorphic meaning can be deduced. Got one send to us and we will publish. We will call the feature "Idioms for Idiots". Stay tuned.

Idaho Day 6

Today is what I like to call the secret spot day. The picture you see is the new 'secret spot', it was discovered 2 weeks ago. Dallas and I went hunting at Anderson lake and then we drove around to see what was on the other side. Maybe another place to set up? The chance of a flooded rice field? Perhaps another lake all together? What we found was a small bay on the other side of the lake, chock full of Mallards. We knocked on the nearest door and found the name of the property owner. Dallas made the call.

"We were wondering if we could hunt on your property? My Uncle Delbert gave me your name." Now apparently Uncle Delbert passed a few years back but by the grace of Heston it turns out the property owner worked with Uncle Delbert for 27 years in the lumber mill. Permission was granted.

So this morning we packed up and headed to the 'secret spot'. We had to bushwack for about 15 minutes in the chilly darkness (I left my headlamp in Fred G's bag last week, awesome!) and came out in the small bay. The bottom was not too muddy and fairly shallow for quite a ways out, good conditions for setting blocks. The sunrise was from behind us and we had good cover. Only one thing missing. Ducks. We debated the fickle nature of ducks. Weather conditions, wind direction, fog, rain, cold, nature vs. nurture, what the hell? I guess sometimes those little bastards have a mind of their own.

We did have a few solid morning fly-bys. We could have shot some divers. We missed a couple chances and took a few shots. But for the most part the mallards we saw two weeks ago just weren't there. I guess that's why they call it 'hunting' and not 'killing' sometimes you just don't get what you expect. Don't worry though, there's always next week.

GBCH

Is this potential? Or is this a loser?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the HOY7 Hunting Team meet Clayton. Could this man be a possible duck slayer or just another one of the 'wannabes' that have professed to want to go hunt with the HOY7 Hunting Team? I know for a fact that he has the ability to make his own schedule, he is able to possess a firearm, (praise Heston) he has tasted whiskey before and he is not afraid of Greenie. Being that I am back to the great state of Idaho after my weekend of fun, I know that someone has to step up to the plate. For Heston sake, Fred G hunted for 3 hours without seeing a thing or having anyone to talk to. Somebody help him.

So I throw out the challenge. Is this the one? He sure seems confident. Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.

Day 3/5 or 5/3 depending on your location.

Today was day 5 for Bob D. and day 3 for Fred G.
It was Cliffords birthday last night. We went to the party.
We went hunting the next morning.
To quote Forrest Gump "That's all I have to say about that."
GBCH

Bob D. has a New Job!

The time for jealousy is here. Expert slayer and new Captain of the HOY7 Hunting Team Bob DaFolder is now employed by Silver Mountain. As of today I am now the King of the tech shop on the top of the Silver Mountain ski area. My job description includes skiing a lot and making sure everyone else skis fast on their perfectly tuned skis and snowboards. In addition to the jealousy you are feeling for my job I must add that my commute to work will now include riding a gondola to work every day. Suck it 9 to 5'ers.

Now you may be thinking, " Bob D. Aren't you employed by Dave Smith Motors? Aren't you the best car salesman ever?" I'm sorry my friends but that title still belongs to Mr. Dallas Y. friend of the HOY7 Hunting Team and slayer of an undisclosed species of duck. I had to give my 2 minute notice to D.S. Motors yesterday and moved on to bigger and snowier things. While I enjoyed my time selling forty thousand dollar trucks to mustached ranchers from Montana I had to return to my outdoor roots. And since the lottery winnings have not yet arrived to allow Fred G and myself to have our dream job, I will continue in the ski industry.

So do your research and check out Silver Mountain ( www.silvermt.com ) and get ready to suppress your envy as I embark on my new career. But don't forget, my true destiny is to fold ducks like a Loose leaf Binder at the lunchroom bell. And stay tuned for the finest day of hunting exploits yet to come.

GBCH

Idaho: Day 4

Well well well. It seems there's a new expert in town boys. Say hello to Bob DaFolder, expert.

That's right day four in Idaho has been good to me. Slayer extraordinaire Dallas and I set out extra early due to daylight savings time and drove to Anderson Lake. We had been there before with not much success, but due to the lack of hunting spots we know of, it was on the agenda. As we arrived and packed in our blocks a misty fog settled over the lake. It blocked out the nearly full moon that was hanging over the area. A double group pattern was set and this theoretically left us a shooting lane right in the middle of our decoys. Of course I overestimated how much time daylight savings time subtracted from the normal shooting time. Turns out daylight savings time is one hour, who could have known. So we waited in the morning chill and fog.

Ducks appeared out of nowhere, as if emerging from thin air, and flew past our spread. We hardly had the chance to shoot before they were out of range. A 'V' of geese came from our right and Dallas, not knowing the distance, and I not wanting a goose, let them pass. From there on out it was game on. I called repeatedly to let the ducks know we were there and several groups of teal or widgeon came and went. A couple shots were taken but nothing fell. As the fog lifted 3 bufflehead locked up and landed right in the spread, pretty as can be. Then they flew away.

So, I know what you are thinking. "Bob D. what about the ducks you did fold? What's the story there?" Let me tell you, it was sweet. Two big ducks came straight in and flared just as they passed the spread. I put a bead on the bigger duck on the left and.... Blam! Dallas shot him dead. He retrieved what I thought at first was a Pintail but it was not. In fact I have no idea what it is. Some research is in order because I sure know what a Pintail looks like, Fred G shoots them all the time, but this one? Who knows? Shortly after that 3 ducks came from the right and turned into the spread. My Benelli met his outline, followed him and folded that green headed bastard like a notebook. After that the fog cleared and just that fast the action died. That is of course until we pulled up the decoys. Several volleys of ducks flew right over our heads without a care in the world.

We packed up and did some scouting. Driving to the other side of the lake we found a cove holding about 50 - 60 Greenies. Dallas rang the bell of the nearest house and a lady in her bathrobe came to the door and told us the name of the guy who owns the property. At this point the huntability of that spot is in question but a phone call has been made. Next time there may be even more Greenies to add to my Expert totals. Stay tuned because the next hunting outing will be special and thrilling all at the same time. I guar-an-tee!

GBCH

Idaho: Day 3

Day 3 started like no other day before. Expectations were high because I was scheduled to hunt a flooded rice field with a pit blind. We even had to take a boat to get there because it was on the other side of the river and inaccessible to anyone without one. Holy Crap! this is going to be great! It was going to be so good in fact, I called my former hunting partner Fred G. It seems as though Fred has some kind of knee problem. He has Ebola of the knee, Plague to the ACL, Hernia of the patella or some shit like that. Good thing he was self medicating or else he may have made me try to feel bad about the fact that I was going to hunt a flooded rice field. Instead he gave me his blessing and made sure I felt good about hunting without him. (and if you believe that...)

I met Dallas and another co-worker named John at the local IGA and we headed out at 4AM. It was foggy and fairly cold when we put the boat in the water and were led to the take-out spot by another group of affiliated hunters who also had a boat and another spot. We walked to the left like we were told. But due to the darkness and the fog, I think we walked in circles until we were stuck in the mud. At any rate, we were hosed. When the sun finally came up we saw...

I pause at this time to ask a basic cooking question. One that everyone should know the answer to. What is one essential ingredient to making rice, outside of fire? (we all know if fire was necessary that I am the master of the one match fire) If you said 'water' you would be a winner. There was no water anywhere. Now, another question. If you wanted to slay ducks what is one essential ingredient? Good guess. Water. And finally if ducks wanted to fly near you what would they wast to see? Yep, you guessed it, water.

So there it is. Water, water, water. My picture will reflect the conditions we were in that day. We got back in the boat and met the other 3 hunters who were sitting in a mud puddle waiting for duck to fly also. The only thing that made them more pathetic than us is that they stayed and waited. We got back in the boat and left for home where I made it in time to watch the Giants get destroyed but the Cardinals. The Freakin' Cardinals!

Now some would say that it was a waste of a day. But I say to you; it was GREAT. Never feel bad about the opportunity to hunt a new place, to see new things and to slay new ducks. Next time is going to be great. Now let's take this time to wish Fred G a speedy recovery so that he may have his chance to prove to all of us that he is the EXPERT and pray to Heston that I will get there first.

GBCH

Permanent Disability Permit Information

Permanent Disability Permit Information
Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit (pdf)
In order to be considered a person with a disability under the wildlife laws, a person shall provide either:
1. Written certification from a licensed physician, physician assistant or nurse practitioner which states that the applicant:
is permanently unable to walk without the use of, or assistance from, a brace, cane, crutch, prosthetic device, wheelchair, scooter or walker;
is restricted by lung disease to the extent that the person's forced expiratory volume for one second, when measured by a spirometer, is less than 35 percent predicted, or arterial oxygen tension is less than 55 mm/Hg on room air at rest;
has a cardiac condition to the extent that the person's functional limitations are classified in severity as Class III or Class IV, according to standards established by the American Heart Association
has a permanent, physical impairment that prevents the person from holding or shooting a firearm or bow or from holding a fishing for in hand; or
has central visual acuity that permanently does not exceed 20/200 in the better eye with corrective lenses, or the widest diameter of the visual field is no greater than 20 degrees; or
2. Written proof that the last official certification of record by the United States Department of Veterans Affairs or any branch of the Armed Forces of the United States shows the person to be at least 65% disabled (ORS 496.018)
The "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit" is not a license or tag. Hunters must still obtain a hunting and apply for and/or purchase appropriate tags prior to specified tag sale deadlines to hunt in controlled and general big game seasons. You must be in possession of your "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit", license, and tag while you are hunting (even holders of a Disabled Veteran/Pioneer license and tag). All license and tag fees are at regular rates. In addition you may only hunt in the time period specified for the tag you possess. Holders of a Disabled Veterans/Pioneer elk tag must also possess an "Oregon Disabilities Hunting and Fishing Permit" to be eligible for an expanded bag limit or to hunt from a parked motor vehicle. An "Oregon Disabilities hunting and Fishing Permit" does not allow the permit holder to travel on any closed road by means of a motor-propelled vehicle.

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Day Two 2009

Curiosity. Curiosity is what over came me the next day. Last year we saw ducks while scouting in the afternoon and this year we saw ducks while scouting in the afternoon. Was I missing it? After a relaxing day I decide to pack up and head out to the Old New Spot, maybe the time to hunt is in the afternoon, maybe it's a spot where the ducks like to settle down for the night. I arrive at 1pm, I make my way out and would you not believe it but there was a truck in the lot, a truck in the lot on a Monday and a Sauvies day no less. Well I hike it out and luckily the spot I wanted was vacant. I set out some blocks and build a small blind. It's a commando day, a day when I go in with minimal equipment. 10 blocks a gun and a few condiments. The afternoon was beautiful, my blocks lit up and a small west wind. In a while 3 ducks fly over my head from behind, almost perfect, I forgot my calls no way of getting them back. Damn! After a few more hours I decide to pack it up. It's four o'clock, maybe I could catch the end of the Yankee game. Hiking out hoping Bob has just a good day if not better tomorrow.

Day One 2009 Pictures

Day One 2009

Day One. Like stated before things have changed. Me and Cliffy, Opening day at Old New Spot on a Sunday. We arrived at 615 am after convincing Cliffy we were better off to have him drive, sorry Lisa. We arrived to find 10 trucks at the Old New Spot, you heard that right 10 trucks! Is this the the New Hot Spot? What up?! After a short hike we make our way to the slough, head lamps were everywhere, we make our way down to the original spot Bob and I carved out years ago. After Cliffy threw out the blocks, in an awesome pattern by the way, and I build the blind we settle in. The morning firsts start, first drink, first smoke, first drink to other founding member Bob, first drink for first plane overhead, and so forth and so on you get the picture. A beautiful morning ensued. Sunrise pink and bold over Mt. Hood a light fog over the water. Just as all other first days the action was slim if damn near non existent. Me with a slight case of the flu was finding hard to keep up with Cliffy, I napped, I drank water, I napped some more. Cliffy made an awesome first day lunch, may have been the best ever, roasted pork tenderloin with a roasted pepper, eggplant, and artichoke salad, it was seasoned perfectly. Thanks Cliff. After a huge displacement I was ready, back in the game. But by then it was far to late though, the weather changed to clear and warm, the wind was still. After another hour or so we packed it up, it was not an awesome slay day, we only saw on duck, but still we were hunting, we were hunting as a team.

Picture was taken just before we left

to show just how much larger than me,

some things do change

GBCH

Day two in the great State of Idaho. I went to the same place for day two that I did for day one. Anderson Lake just outside of Harrison Idaho is a good size lake located just to the south east of Lake Coeur de Lane, a huge lake in the North of the state. Today was different though. I went with my co-worker Dallas, an ex-cop and father of 10 kids, now selling way more cars than I do.

We left in time to get set up in a better spot than last week with better cover and a nice shooting lane. Unfortunately for us the few ducks that did fly near us were mainly Teal or Wigeon and I don't have a Teal Whistle. That situation will be resolved next week. Some different decoys would be nice too, but as we all know, I only shoot Greenies.

Dallas made good company but nothing compares to a full blown member of the HOY7 Hunting Team to go with. I did not extend a membership to him, after all he brought no Whiskey. So..... the money is still out there folks and Fred G hunts today! Stay tuned.

GBCH

And now; a message form Jenny X

"Hey Greenie I may have a new tool in the safe (that may be Italian) to take you out of the sky. More info to come with pics.
EDX
(just went to the local DU dinner can you say WINNA! Bitch)"

Guest Editor

HA!

It is I Greenie, and I RULE!

I see you ignorant hunters have split up as to increase the odds of finding me this year. Let me tell you that you have no chance of finding me. I am far too fast and far too smart to let poor shots such as yourselves get near me. Your stupid Italian guns are as impotent in Idaho as they are in Oregon, and I can see you clearly in the bright sunny fall days. Nice try at concealment fools.

I can only hope that you don't bring out the "hunting umbrella" again as I may give away my position from the cackling I won't be able to suppress. And Idaho! What kind of backwards state is that? I only visit there when I need to impregnate retarded hens. Good luck Losers!

I quack in your general direction.

I am Greenie, and I RULE!

Why Would Anything Be Different?

It's the Hoy 7 Hunting Team, why would any first day start off like the first? "Go to bed Fred" "Fred go to bed you have to get up early" is all I heard till 2 am. Now as I sit here waitin for the coffee to brew I understand what people were talkin about. Go to bed means just that. Some people call it hittin the the hay or a good night sleep, I don't think I hit the hay or even got a good night sleep. It will not deter me though, coffee smells great and I'm just as hammered as before I went tot bed. So why would this day start off any different? I just hope I don't break anything before Andy picks me up. Oh yea, did I mention "dad is great he made us chocolate cake"?

A Brief Summer Interlude

Do I Have No Shame?

They Saw Us.......They Did Not Care

YET!

Buy a Truck, I'll kill a Duck

Check out this new Dodge Ram 1500 Laramie Club Cab Short bed.

Awesome right?

Surely someone out there reading the Blog needs this?

#1. Buy this truck.

#2. I make $180.

#3. I invest $180 into shooting ducks here in Idaho

Everybody wins in this scenario, including the ducks. Remember they are EVIL, and as such, need to be destroyed.

Contact Bob D. at Extension 1107

GBCH

Victims of Changes...Or Not

Sometimes things change and sometimes not. Sunday Andy and I went to the New Old Spot to check out the water levels and possible blind selections for this Mondays upcoming opening day. As we hiked in trimming back pricker bushes and blazing a new trail, thanks to the deer, we reflected on years past. We talked of the times we made the same walk, to the same spots, about the anticipation we always felt on the way in and the gratification on the way out. Today was the same, just like many other days from the past. The lay of the land always changes, sometimes it's the growth of new trees and grasses, sometimes water will make an inlet that was not there before. This year the Hoy 7 Hunting Team is embarking on new traditions, it's going to be our first year with out the co-founder Bob. No he's not dead but he has moved on to bigger and better things in his life. We wish him well. Also hunting on the Lord Hestons day will become the some what of a norm. Things that have not changed is Fred G's sponsor of Jameson Irish Whiskey, Lisa still stronger than ever, and surely Sauvies Island will be for skybusters, even though they made a new law, some things just have to stay the same thank Heston. Lisa has a new and improved bed, made of top notch wood and sturdy 3/4 inch plywood, looking forward to some real early mornings at Sauvies. With lots of new equipment at the ready and so are we, Andy and Myself, we are ready to cast out old demons in search of new. Come back often and stay informed, some things may have changed this year...or not.

Tradition

"Time To Kill"
by
Bob DaFolder

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You packed up and left the truck over an hour ago.
Sometimes if the moon is still bright you don't even
need a headlamp to make your way out to the area
where you want to set up. It's cold out but the long
walk with the pack on makes you sweat inside your
waders and under all the layers. As you set your
decoys in the still water surrounding your blind, your
body cools and you can feel the chill in the air again.
Finally, with everything complete, it's time to wait
for sunrise.Just before the first light of day you can
hear the whistle of ducks flying near you. Wondering
what they are is almost torture. Are they the fat
greenies you hope to see again at first light, or are
they another brand, something you have never seen
before? Not long now till you start to make out shapes
and can see a little bit better as the sun comes closer
to the horizon. Now, as the other creatures of the woods
wake up and start to move around, you know that the
time is here. Time to kill.

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Circa 2006

The First Day of My Season.

Yesterday was the first day of my hunting season. It went exactly like most first days of the season except I did see ducks in the morning. On the advice of a duck hunting co-worker I drove to Anderson Lake outside of Harrison Idaho, about an hour drive from the house. I set up on the point of a jetti in some low grasses.

Before shooting time many ducks flew but shortly after sunrise the tempatures warmed up and the bastards disappeared to the wildlife refuge on the other side of the roadway. This was my view of the jetti I hunted.

I'd love to tell you that I had a great morning hunting out here in the wilds of Idaho, and I did enjoy it, but there was something missing. Nobody to share the day with. Sadness. Well I guess that can only mean one thing, time to step up members of the HOY7 Hunting Team. Come and visit Bob D in Idaho and shoot some greenies.

GBCH

Greetings from Dave Smith Motors

Burning the midnight oil with a little extracurricular H7HT blog reading. What on earth are you reading at work? If it's not the Blog you should be ashamed.

FREE to any H7HT reader

The coolest old refrigerator in the world is yours FREE if you move it from my former garage in the next few days. (Well, a week really) Don't let this classic fall into the hands of the jerk bags that stole my house from me. Remember, Fred G will help you move it too!

The First Resume

The PDX Connection.

Well folks my time here in Portland has come to an end.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of those who made this possible and helped me through the transition from Mountain guy to City guy. First and foremost is our Father and Savior, Mr. Charlton Heston. With Him all things are possible. Through his guidance I was able to live the life of a righteous slayer and only shoot Greenies.

Second only to Heston is the great "expert" Fred G. and his woman Kathy. They have helped me at every stage of my Portalnd experience. Form housing me to feeding me and making sure I drank "straight up good" wine, they are truly the best friends a master folder can have.

Finally I must thank my new friends (not in order of importance as they are all important to me)
Cliffy. Someday he will bring enough.
Chucker. Someday he will stop when enough is enough.
John V. Someday he will hunt enough.
Maggie. Enough said.
Lois. Is one ever enough.
All my Mountain Shop friends. Apparently I couldn't give enough.
Anyone I missed. Enough already.

So the time to move on has come and I hope you all have a chance to visit me in my new digs somewhere in Idaho. Soon we will have a new home and will make some new friends, but never the kind I was fortunate enough to make here. Heston bless you all and Happy Hunting.

Robert C. DaFolder.

He Don't Even Have His License

Since my best pal can't even blog because all he has is an I Phone, (snicker) here is a picture of what he won last night at an DU fund raiser dinner. Remember he only shoots greenies.

All Most a Week Now...

since I had my best buddy V-Beered, sorry bout that hope the plane flight at 7 am was not to horrific. Any way business at hand just recieved a picture of my new, but not improved, hunting buddies...I just do not know what to make of them though.

New Job!

Need one of these?

I'm your man.

Bob DaFolder now employed by Dave Smith motors in Kellogg Idaho.

Look out Greenie, I will smog you!

Did You Say Loaded?

Guess What's Under the Blanket

Surely I'm not the only one.....

Your BIG chance!

Don't be afraid!
Obviously you have seen the request for a new member.
Surely you want to be the one to join.
I know you want to slay the most ducks this year.
All these bragging rights could be yours!

All it takes is one little step and you could become the newest member of the HOY7 hunting team. Just think of the possibilities of the coming season. Not only do you get a membership but also all the great things that come with it. Riding in Lisa is just the start, think of the pride you get by being awake and chipper at 4:30am. The great expectations of the old old spot. The anticipation of the extravagant lunch that awaits. Days in the blind with Cliffy and other stars of the duck slaying world. And most importantly, hunting with the legendary FredG.

All this could be yours! Take the first step.
Buy my house*.
It has all the amenities you would expect from a house and more. The biggest is its close proximity to all the places you read about in the H7HT blog. Don't wait call today.
GBCH






*Buying my house does not guarantee slaying ducks. You will need a gun, a license and the ability to drink wikki.

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Painted Hills Oregon

Idaho Fish And Game Water Fowl Book

Good Luck Bob

Waterfowl hunting in Idaho can be excellent and, because this state has no national reputation for waterfowl hunting, competition for birds and good spots is usually light.
Idaho lies between the Pacific Flyway and the Central Flyway. Moreover, the southern part of the state is semi-arid. This is not a place you would expect to find under a big X on an old duck hunter's map. State waterfowl stamp sales have been running at just over 17,000 in recent years, making waterfowlers a tiny minority among Idaho hunters. So what we don't have is a bunch of waterfowl hunters; what we do have is pretty fair waterfowling and limits as generous as any allowed by the U.S Fish and Wildlife Service.
Where and when to go:

The first thing to know is that you have to figure it out for yourself. No outfitting or guiding for waterfowl is allowed in Idaho.

The second thing to keep in mind is the general weather pattern. Northern Idaho and eastern Idaho, especially the southeast, offer good numbers of birds but the water in these areas tends to freeze early. Most years will find you shut out around Thanksgiving. Get it while it's hot.

Birds tend to be a little lackadaisical about getting to the southcentral and southwest parts of the state, though early season hunting can be reasonably good for local ducks and geese. When the rest of the state freezes up, bird numbers along the big rivers and on the reservoirs in these two sections begin to rise. Northern birds join the locals sometime around Thanksgiving and shooting picks up. Some local waterfowlers don't even break out the waders until the turkey is et. Unless the weather becomes really tough and snow covers the feeding fields, ducks and geese alike will consider this part of Idaho the sunny south and stay the winter.
Finding the best waterfowling areas in Idaho is as easy as opening a map. Look for federal refuges. The refuges were established where they are because waterfowl were using the areas. Birds stay, in part, because the refuges give them the resting areas they need. Most of the refuges themselves offer good waterfowl hunting; nearby fields and smaller waters are worth scouting. Arguably the best waterfowl hunting in Idaho is not on a federal refuge but on the Fort Hall Reservation near American Falls. Here you will need a license issued by the tribe at considerable cost (presently around $475 which includes a $100 deposit that you will get back if no laws are broken - and cost is subject to change with minimal notice). Check out Idaho Fish and Game's Wildlife Management Areas as well. Along the Snake River, these public use areas tend to hold good waterfowling.

What Idaho has to offer the waterfowler:
Canada geese and mallards are the most sought-after species and, happily, the most common in Idaho. Both species produce huntable numbers within the state and are augmented by migrants from southern Alberta and Montana. If the wind is just right, British Columbia sends birds as well.
Pintails were also important before their continent-wide decline and may be so again as duck numbers rise generally. Few snowgeese are shot in Idaho, tending to stop rarely during the season but collecting in large numbers in eastern Idaho on their way back to the Arctic in early spring. Gadwall and widgeon are common and can be locally plentiful, especially along the Snake River. Widgeon seem to be on a sudden increase. Greenwing teal can be counted on to cost you too many shells, even late into the season but cinammon and bluewings tend to use Idaho as a nursery before heading south prior to opening day. Diver enthusiasts will want to be somewhere else in the country but canvasback, redheads and bluebills, especially bluebills, are locally available on the big lakes of northern Idaho and along the Snake River. Buffleheads and their cousins can be found in fair numbers almost anywhere all winter but Idaho tradition is to scoff at those who shoot at them.

You hear it here FIRST!

Ladies and Gentlemen of the readership of the HOY7 Hunting Team Blog.............

Bob DaFolder is moving to Idaho.
Yes that's right Idaho.

I know what you may be thinking. But Bob D, how can you desert the HOY7 Hunting Team? Well I'm not. It seems that Idaho is lacking in a formal chapter of the team. There is one in Colorado, New Hampshire, China, Connecticut and New Mexico but what about the Northern regions of the Idaho / Montana area? I'm just the guy to solve all that. Oh yea, I also got fired from my job on Sunday. No severance, no 2 weeks, nothing.

So go screw Mountain Shop of Portland Oregon (phone # 503-288-6768 ask for Bob D when calling to complain about lack of H7HT representation) I'm selling the mansion here in the Great Pacific Northwest and heading off to Wallace Idaho. See the picture? My new house will be in the far upper right corner. About 950 residents and all the outdoors you could want.




Don't feel bad for me folks. Feel bad for the long suffering Fred G who will now have to hunt without the only man who can identify AND shoot greenies at all the spots. Feel bad for Cliffy who now must bear the burden of hearing about who is "The Best Hunter EVER" each year. Feel bad for Sauvies island for losing one of the few who don't sky blast. But most of all feel bad for all the ducks living in, or planing to travel through, the Idaho / Montana area. I'll be seeing you bitches soon enough.

Remember, Anyone coming to my area is free to slay with me at my new digs.....
You heard it here FIRST.....
The HOY7 Hunting Team lives on......
And of course, God bless Charlton Heston.

Taking Applications

Hoy 7 Hunting Team is now taking applications for the 2009-2010 hunting season. If interested please contact Fred G.

Are you employed?

What is The Hoy 7 Hunting Team motto?

Do you own a hunting vehicle?

Do you own your own gun?

Do you have a current hunting license?

Do you own a boat?

Do you own a RV?

Do you have snow shoes?

Whats you favorite wikey? do you enjoy it at 6:30 am?

Can you recognize species of ducks other than the Greenie?

Who is the Best Hunter EVER?

What are your days off?

Gone camping

Recent camping pictures Bob D's camping trip to the Oregon coast. Only the finest company and the finest malt beverages.

Happy 4th of July.