I have done the 3 to 3 1/2 hours drive to the spot, hauling a boat, more times than I care to remember... and that means leaving Seattle at X hour, to arrive at the destination in time to change into hunting clothes, launch a boat, boat to the spot, set my dekes, my winduck, jerk string, boat blind, pouring that first cup of coffee and setting the heater WITHOUT busting through some poor devil's deke spread at first legal light, like some jackasses do these days (you know who you are!).
I ain't ashamed to say that 7, maybe 8 out of 10 times, it didn't work....
And that's waterfowling.
Now, some of you who know me personally, or have heard my stories here before, know that I have had the privilege and HONOR of attending and graduating that, which in my opinion is, unquestionably, the best, most prestigious, illustrious, and respectable institution oh higher learning in this fine State of ours - WASHINGTON STATE UNIVERSITY- where the men are men, and any woman worth dating won't be shy about sharing her can of Copenhagen with you!
Now, while in God's country (The Palouse), I was lucky enough to make life-long friendships with local boys, who were lucky enough to live in Whitman County, where the grain fed venison tastes better than any beef you ever had, the roosters are heavy and a-plenty, the abundance of quail makes them almost a nuisance, and most local grannies will feed you the best apple pie you ever had, while gramps you share with you some home made moonshine that will temporarily blind you.
Anyhow, upon graduation, I was forced to leave the Palouse, in search of markets where I could ply my trade, and newfound skills, gained at WSU, the noblest and greatest intitution of higher learning and acamedic pursuits, ever.
After travelling around for a few years in pursuit of a fortune I am still chasing (while keeping in contact with my Whitman Co. Friends) I returned to the Socialist Republic Of Seattle in 1999, where I still currently reside....
Which brings me to how far I would go...
Back in those days, I'd leave Seattle around 11:30 at night on a Friday, with the intent of being in Garfield, by 5 or 6 AM (pitch dark) to go kick roosters out of roost (meaning to be on the wheat stubble at first light).
Hunt hard Sat and 1/2 day Sunday (sometimes full days) and be back in Seattle on time to work Monday morning...
I did it more times than I can remember, by myself, and I wish I could remember those times I've forgotten, for there were the best times in my life.
On one of these trips, one of my most memorable ever, I remember being east on Othello, on Hwy 26, at some ungodly hour, way past midnight. Not a soul in the highway. Not even the usual state trooper, parking along the hwy.
On a long stretch of the road, I see some headlights, moving very slowly towards me...way out in the distance.
Due to the high hour, I flash my headlights continuously, and so does the vehicle approaching me on the deserted hwy....
As it gets close by, I see a young man, running in front of a bus, driving maybe at 2 mph, carrying a football.
I pulled to the side if the road, puzzled. The bus driver stops too, probably thinking I was summoning his help.
I look at the bus, the driver, the young man with the football, and ask, "jeez guys, what the hell is going on?"
The young man says "we're running this football to Seattle. The Apple Cup. We're gonna sock it to 'em".
I was so confused all I could say was "go Cougs".
True story, and I am glad it is mine.
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