Last weekend I got to go pheasant hunting with my hunting buddy of 20 years. He procured us access to hunting on private land near Lewiston, ID. The birds were there and he had his limit before 9:30 AM and I had done my damage by 10:30.
He lives in a small apartment / house in a small complex on a hill overlooking Lewiston. His landlords' complex is a few buildings... a shop, a couple of houses, etc. They are sort of bohemian artists. The gentleman is a sculptor and one of his clients is Arnold Schwarzenegger, who of course contracts sculptures of the Arnold. Chickens roam the complex freely. They have two acre vineyard visited often by deer. The evening following the hunt we dined with them outdoors on grilled wild steelhead, carrots from their garden, roasted potatoes, and, of course, their homemade wine. It was one of the most enjoyable meals of my life.
At the end of the weekend I pointed the Jeep to home to exchange my hunting gear and clothing for my seafaring attire (pretty much the same clothes, just had to wash them.)
My dad is a Coast Guard Licensed Skipper and he had been contracted to move a client's boat from Blaine, WA to Victoria, BC and I was to be his crew. On Monday Dad showed and drove us to Blaine where we stayed on his boat. We spent a few days supplying and prepping his client's boat, a 53 foot Grand Banks power boat with twin diesels for its journey to Victoria and on to New Zealand afterwards.
In a window in the weather on Wednesday we went from Blaine to Victoria. On the 55 nautical mile journey I piloted the boat for more than 6 hours.
On the journey we were joined by dolphins that played in our bow wave. We saw seals (sea lions?) but no whales. The dolphins rock!
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We checked in with customs in Victoria and got to do a rather interesting docking / parallel parking maneuver to secure the boat to the dock where it would live for a week.
As per my want, we found the best microbrewery in Victoria, The Spinnaker. I can recommend the IPA, but not the ESB. And, by the by, there is money in Victoria.
Thursday morning found us tourists until we climbed aboard a seaplane that ferried us to Vancouver.
Been a long time, too long, since this pilot found himself in a small plane, so I was absolutely giddy.
A limo ferried us though the border back into the good ole USA and we were back on Dad's boat. Friday we made our way over the pass.
Then, I had to suffer playing 3 ball with my friends on Saturday. Oh, the crosses I bear.
Great pics for sure. Looks like a ton of fun.
, one week of bouncing around between boats and plane that pretends to be a boat 
My little Libbicans did crawl out on the most forward part of the deck and play King, err, Queen of the world.
