Re: Mouth of the Yamhill
Well I lived in yamhill county a long time. Every once in 10 years I decide to float the drift from dayton to newberg. Start early in morning, dont stick in one place to long. I have been up the yamhill a few times with a motor, which is the way to go. There is almost no current in the summer months, be prepared to paddle alot. I have only done this 3 times, everytime I tell myself dont do this again. When u fianally get to the willamette its like breaking the speed of sound. I can stop rowwing now. We should be at rogers landing before dark. All I know i kept telling myself dont do this again, its like all day if u paddle hard. Well for me it was always a trip to remember, because usually u had no one speeding by, or darn my hole is taken. Ok I guess I have to tell wolf eel story once a time
there was 4 young men, well it was durring duck and goose season. Ahard freeze for a week, guess what where are the ducks and geese to go. Either the cr or willamette. Well we all load uo in the never sail. I think is was a 14 foot or so with a sick engine. No problem right we are going up river right, we will float back to the boat ramp. So we start duck huinting, heck ducks and geese are flying by us non stop. So we keep pulling over to sneak up on them, get a few and then I start worring about the time and gas. So I ask my buddy what the heck are u doing. Well he says shut up I know what I am doing. Wrong 30 minutes later we are up somewhere past mac, where no boat with motor has gone before. Well now it is getting dark and we are running on fumes. This is fun ya right. Well there goes the motor, oh ya the sun is going down. We have no ideal where we are, so pack up the guns and ducks, no geese that day, start walking
towards the light any light. There is carma in the world my once friend in walking thru this farmers field, he walked into an electric fence, then the farmer shows up and we tell him our story. Well he had a story to tell about these 4 dummys that showed up at 10 oclock one night armed to the teeth with weapons and dead ducks. Well we asked him to use his phone to call a taxi, no way he says, the quicker I get u all out of here the better. Had him take us to local bar in mac, long gone now. We arrive check our guns in and ducks. Somebody calls somebody and we head back to lumpys, which was something else then. Then things a take for the worst, sitting at the bar some body bets my ex friend that he wont bite the head off this wood duck we shot. No problem bites the head off and sticks it in his drink. The bartender comes over and tells us to keep our heads off the bar. Well she said not u the duck. Then she pulls the duck head out of the drink. Then she figures out that the ducks head real, she plays along and tells us if we clean it she will cook it. So my ex friend says no problem goes outside and comes back in and says its done. A little time goes by and here comes in a big boy madder then a wet hen. He walks into the bar and wants to know who is //////// who cleaned the duck in the back of his pickup. Well I knew my exfriend well, u would bite off his ear he would bite off 2 of yours. Well I pulled him aside and told him what happened and I told him about my exfriends problem about living to fight, and told him that I would give him 50 bucks to just let it go. He said ok but didnt like it. I dont remember what happened after that but its probably a good think that I dont. Just another story when one is young and dumb.
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