Day 16: Killing for the King (cause thats what he would have wanted)Ya folks it true, just like your True Value Hardware store, It was like a dream today, like a wet dream, floatin down the jet stream. What the HOY7HT endures you will never know, or understand. Until you walk a mile in Andys waiters with the felt bottom soles in the mud you just won't understand what we go through. Ya we woke up this morning at 4:30 in the am people, to drive 30 minutes, Bob actually had to drive 45 minutes, napped in a truck by the highway, in the rain, with trains going by for godsake man. Were we going to get the limit today for the King? yes of course we were. I got my limit of coffee from Di at Sherries, no I don't want anymore fucking coffee! and Bob got his limit of flap-jacks. Two other things we endure for you people, and for why? so that we may bring you some stories and a little enjoyment to you peoples sheltered lives. I'm not Fucking Charles Kuralt here people, My name is Fred, Fred G, I'm but a simple man that graduated from Cheshire High School, time for timings, telling our story, our story of the HOY7HT, and would a little "Thanks for the Memories" fucking hurt anyone of you guys? You know it may be day 16 but it's not over, cause was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Well it's not over now. We have two solid days of hunting and I'm confident Bubba will rise to the occasion and pull himself out of the basement with at least, AT LEAST one more kill, cause thats what the King would have wanted.
God bless America.
Word.
Fred G
Bob here,
Well day sixteen was an interesting one to say the least. We learnedsomething last week, the water is really really high right now. Because ofthis we decided to go to the 'old new' spot as it is a high and dry walk inand sits on a more calm part of the great Columbia River. Not only are wethe best hunters, we are also the smartest. Fred decided it would be a goodidea to take a precursory walk out to see what we were dealing with beforeputting on the big packs. About 30 seconds in we were stymied by....everyone now...... Water.Needless to say we had to contemplate our next move. Throw out deeks herenext to the highway? Push further in through deep water to another spot?Consider another spot altogether? What would the great Dr. King do in ourposition? Back at the truck we weighed our options the way all greatthinkers do, by taking a nap. Some time passed and as the shooting timeneared and the rain came down harder we decided there was only one correctoption. After a tasty breakfast at Sheris by the truck stop we headed back to the relative safety, but non-killing zone, of our respective homes. I personally slept well and did not dream of killing ducks. Perhaps I will rent a video of people folding ducks and imagine myself there. I'm fairly sure Fred also returned to dream land and my now be watching a OLN hunting show where he is the star.Now don't you worry. There is still time to up the teams fold count nextweek. We promise to have another thrilling, edge of your seat account ofall the action right here in the journal. Remember when viewing theattached pictures that both of these spots are completely underwater now.Likely 12 to 14 feet under. Water, water, water.
God Bless Charlton Heston.
P.S. If we had the duck boat we could have folded our bag limit today.
What the heck is taking so long people?
Bob here,
Well day fourteen has been an eventful one. We can use one word to describe the day Water, Water, Water. Of course that was three words but they apply. The team was glad to have the reining duck kill leader in our midst, Andy. We thought that he would bring with him the opportunity to increase all our totals just by association. It's not often we have a cold blooded folding machine like him around to show us how the job is done. Another member, John "I'll miss Brett Farve" Verhage, baled on his chance to hunt the big waters of the mighty Columbia River. But as we all know, three is a magic number. We hope the sand gets out of 'there' for you John. After an early start, in which I was able to sleep an extra half hour, we hit the road to the 'old spot' hoping for some great post 2005 Pacific Flyway killin'. On the walk down we were filled with anticipation of a great day. There was alittle rain and some wind but nothing prepared us for what we would find. The water on the river was at higher levels that ever before. We're talking 12 feet above normal high water. We here in the Pacific Northwest have been getting normal rain but with temps above normal there is no snow falling in the mid elevations. All that rain equals big water. We had to take the route described in the last update through the pricker bushes and down the slope of death, but right at the bottom, water. Now I know what you are thinking, water good. No my friends, water bad. It was so high that we were unable to set the decoys far enough out to be seen and forget about retrieval. We gave it the old College try but still the results were only water. Now Andy was the first casualty to the water. He got a rip in his waders and the water attacked his foot. Fred fell in up to his shoulders and got the ole' wet wader willie. As we were pulling up I slung my pack over my shoulders and fell over a log back first and below water level. Like I said, Water, Water, Water. The walk back to the truck was a wet one but we learned something that day. The North unit of Sauvies may not be bad right now. (Sorry Steve) Then we learned something else, Andy lied to us. No water in his waders. Hope the sand gets out of yours too.
God Bless Charlton
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