So, first let me just prewarn you that this story is gonna be alittle on the long side, but worth every reading moment, I assure you, given a chance ... Karma will come your way, and here is my story.
My true father John passed away when I was 22, and I had that as a void for several years. 6+yrs ago my Father-In-Law Kevin came into my life. BIG MAN, ... made me look small. LOVED hunting and family. Would do whatever he could to help you out, anytime. Last year, Kevin, my daughter and I made the trip over to the Portland Sportsman's Show, and even though Kevin had a very hard time with his feet at the time, we made the day trip over and back. For 4hrs+ we did nothing but talk about hunting, family, and good times. Man that trip brings back some very good memories ... Even though my Dad wasn't a "bird" guy, he loved hearing my stories of hunting. It wasn't all about the kill for him, rather a love of the outdoors that we had a bound with.
So, on the way back home, I was but wasn't surprised when he reached around the truck seat and handed me a box, ... a brand new pair of Bushnell Waterproof h2o 8x42 binocs that he worked out a deal for through a guy he knew ... for the record, my Dad knew everybody. I thanked him and was very excited to use them in my new boat, and for the upcoming waterfowl season.
April 14th that excitement took a backseat as my Father In Law Kevin, ... passed away suddenly of a blood clot. He left behind 3 very heart broken daughters, ... but also a son in law that lost his Dad for the second time, ... and a very close friend. Love and miss ya Dad.
Fast forward to the week before Thanksgiving along the Yakima River. I'm sitting with my cousin and his friend, as I'm taking them on a diver hunt, along with my dog/boy Gauge. A huge Drake Goldeneye swings into the spread, cousin pops him, but the bird dives ... Gauge is on him, but in a swift current, the chase is on. As Gauge keeps getting to the bird, it would dive into the current, and head farther, and farther, and farther downstream. In less than 5min, my dog is over 300yrds, and out of his collar range ... and I suddenly realize, I could lose my dog, I can only see a speck in the binocs now, and a fear has come over me, along with PANIC! I start to run down the shore, yelling ... Nothing, ... run more ... Nothing. Then, as an oylmpic sprinter, I run back to the blind, ... grab my car keys ... and sprint 300yrds up to the truck ... jump in ... and drive 1.2 """"MILES"""" down river only to see my boy swimming back to shore ... holding a drake goldeneye. PROUD PAPA, PROUD PAPA ... WAY TO GO BOY!!!!
I tell you that story because that's the last time I saw those binocs. Somewhere between running the shoreline down, ... and back up ... then up to the truck, ... running down the hill to met my dog and grab the duck, ... somewhere the binocs fell off my lanyard. Talk about a high and low moment. Those were PRICELESS and here I lost them in less than one season! Came home and cried like a baby over them, felt like I let dad down, not taking care of his gear.
Off I head to Big5 for another pair, after Thanksgiving sale, ... cheap, waterproof and nowhere near as nice as the ones I just left on the Yakima. Everytime I look through these new ones, it kinda reminds me of how nice those Bushnells were.
Don't know if you all know, but a week AFTER Thanksgiving while scouting, I found a brand new Berreta A4 Camo'd shotty worth about $1,500. After several thread and hints, I found the owner, we met up ... I returned it to its rightful owner Sean. He explained how he was very grateful, explained how he left it on the shore, and how he'd never forget the jesture of me returning his shotty. This gent's, is where the Good Karma circle started.
Fast forward to the last day of the 13-14 season. 3 of us in the same blind where I lost the binocs. Bittersweet really. End of Season, time flies by way to quickly. We are doing ok, but around the 8th-9th-10th bird, a Drake Buffy comes along ... Lung shot, he glides down the shore 85-100yrds and crumples. Cody has his dog Dutch, their outta the blind & off down river. A couple feet from where the buffy landed, in the sand, he bents down and picks up ... that's right ... a pair of Bushnell Waterproof h2o 8x42 binocs. He comes back to the blind and just hands them to me ... I'm shocked, truly SHOCKED ... start crying like a baby, don't care if they even work or not ... I gott'em back! Call Mama on the phone, crying, just to tell her I gott'em. THANK GAWD I HAVE THEM BACK!
So today, after work I come home and put the Noc's in the dishwasher, THATS RIGHT (Waterproof, right?) the dishwasher for 3 or 4 cycles. I then grab about 30-40 Q-tips, a WAD of cottonballs, a bottle of windex, a can of WD40 and an old toothbrush. I soak the lens with windex, toothbrush the crap outta everything, and slowly but surely, they come back to life ... Probably ruined on the inside right ? .... """"NOPE""""" ... These things are just perfect. After spending about 60 days on the bottom of the Yakima, no leaks ... a couple scraps, but no leaks ... PERFECT!
First, I wanna thank Cody, or on DHC a.k.a. "Columbia Basin Local" and my partner in crime for the season. Great guy, and even better friend. For our second season, first full as a team, we did pretty freakin good and only gonna get better! Next, odd to say, but thanks to Sean for losing that shotty and throwing "Good Karma" my way when I did the right thing. Last but not least ... Thanks Dad ... First for giving these Noc's to me, but maybe for even letting that Drake land in eye sight along the river, and for making the Army Corp of Engineers for dropping the Yakima on the last day so 30-45yrds of shoreline were exposed. Lowest level I have ever seen it .... WICKED low!
Last, ... For the record ... I will NEVER buy another pair of Binoc's if they aren't Bushnells ... Man those guys have me sold!
So, without further ado ...