Thursday, December 29, 2011

Slowly, But Surely

This morning, Fleabag, J-Hawk & I took a short run out on Chuck's bean field, and whilst we didn't smoke 'em, we did manage to take a few before we left.

6 Birds
4 GWT
2 Gadwall

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Wednesday, December 28, Fleabag, Papa, Fred, J-Hawk, & I broke the seal on Chuck's rice field. I noted on Tuesday evening that birds had been using the field, although I couldn't identify the species. Wulp, again, no mallards. No gadwall either, for that matter. We did emerge with 5 man limits of spooners, though.

30 Shovelers

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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Well, Not What We Were Lookin' For

J-Hawk, Casey, Fred, Cannonball & I returned to the Homer this afternoon hoping for a repeat of yesterday, only with closer ducks. Didn't happen. 10 Birds, all shovelers.
27 days, 500 ducks.

10 Spoonbills.

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Well, Somewhat Better

This afternoon, in an effort to finish what we started this morning, we eased back out on the Home Field with our guests and Blake and tried it again. Mallards actually showed, and we left at the close of hours with 28 to add to the bag.

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21 MALLARDS!!!!
4 Shovelers
2 Greenwing
1 Gadwall

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This morning, December 26, the 26th day of the '11/12 season, Johnny, J-Hawk, & I made a somewhat optimistic trip to the blind on Chucks. Clouds again, which couldn't come as a huge surprise since we've seen only two sunny days this season. Given the overcast conditions, our expectations were fairly low, but to our surprise, the birds cooperated a bit better today. We had six mystery guests along that asked to remain nameless for employment purposes, but when we left at 9:00, we carried out 27. Not too shabby.

27 Birds
13 Gadwalls
13 Shovelers
01 Bluewing

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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Two Down, One To Go

So here we are, at the end of the second split. Not anything particularly bragworthy, I suppose, but we have killed quite a few birds. Of course, the mallards have been noteably absent from our totals, and we're hoping to correct that over the next 34 days.

End of 2nd Split Total: 435
Shovelers: 312. That'd be a record, and one we're not proud of.

Yesterday, we started on the Home field (and by "we", I mean John, Jordan, and I), but left with only one shoveler. Later that afternoon, Jordan, Natalie, Olivia & I set up on the point at Chuck's, and eventually picked off 3 Gadwalls & 7 Shovelers.

Home: 1 Shoveler
Chucks: 7 Shovelers, 3 Gaddies

11 Birds


Thursday, December 22, the Baker Boys, Jordan, John & I gave it another whirl on Chuck's, but left extraordinarily disappointed with only 6 birds.

6 Birds
2 Gadwalls
4 Shovelers.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Something Like a Small Part in the Clouds

Today, I planned on taking the day off. Whilst drinking my coffee, I noticed the stars in the sky and couldn't resist slippin in late for a short hunt. I stayed only an hour in the Home Field, but I brought out 2 mallards, 2 shovelers.

4 Ducks
2 Mallards
2 shovelers

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Tuesday, December 20, I was accompanied in the Home Field blind by Olivia, J-Hawk, Casey Spencer, Fleabag, and Fred. Slow, to say the least, and we left at 9 with 4 shovelers. Later that afternoon, Johnny called and said Homer was covered up, so we snuck back in about 3:30 and downed another 3 Mallards, 2 Shovelers.

9 Birds
3 Mallards
6 Shovelers

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Monday, December 19, 2011

Same Old Song & Dance

Today, I was privileged to be accompanied by my oldest, Olivia. As the first duck slipped into the dek's this morning, I remembered that I had a 10-year old that really wanted to pop one. It was too late for a wing shot, so she water-swatted him and left him for the dog to retrieve. Along for the trip were the Baker Boys, Papa, Cannonball, and myself. Good shoot . . . low quality birds. We were out with limits by just after 8:30.

30 Ducks, all shovelers.

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Sunday, December 18, 2011, Fred, J-Hawk, Fleabag, Blake & I returned to the Home Field. Not terrible, because we had to leave by 8:00. We took 12 out when we left.

12 Ducks, All Shovelers.

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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Same Stuff, New Day

Well, I was blessed to be accompanied by my precious bride Tasha to the blind on Chuck's this morning, But not before we stopped to fill the tank on the Jeep.
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The temps were just below the freezing mark, and it was a windless, but beautiful morning.
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Also along for the ride were the Baker Boys, Blake, Fred, Jordan, Franks, and old Cannon.
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Tasha had to pull out at 8:00, so we were left with 7 in the blind and hoped to pull out limits.
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Whilst we didn't exactly smoke 'em, we did manage to scratch out 22 before the morning was over.
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22 Ducks
7 Gadwalls
1 Mallard
14 Shovelers

Season Total: 363

Friday, December 16, 2011

Homer . . . Saving Grace

Well, thank God for the Home Field this 'round. Once again, we graced the pit under cloudy, rainy conditions, although this time with strong northerly winds. John, Tom, Grant, Fleabag, Blake, Jordan, Gibby & Cannon. Johnn had to pull out early and took his limit when he left. Thereafter, we bagged a decent number of birds. Left with a grand total of 29 birds. Not too shabby.

29 Birds
05 Mallards!!!!!
23 Shovelers
01 Speck
Homer total: 262.
Total for Season, 341
BPD = +/- 19

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Spoonbill Slap-O-Rama

Okay, so things really haven't changed much. Thankfully, the full-moon issue has been resolved by several days of super-cloudy nights. As per what seems to be the norm this season, we got another 1/2 inch of rain last night. Spoonbills are thick. Mallards aren't to be found.

Back to the Homer. Cousin Andy, Grant, Tom, Fred, Fleabag, J-Hawk, Yours Truly, and of course, ole Cannon. Took us 3 hours, but we finally reduced full bag limits to possession. 42 birds.

42 Ducks
40 Shovelers
02 Mallards

Because Johnny keeps asking, I'll tally a running total for the Home Field. TBA.
Total for the season looks to be 312. 18.35 BPD.

Homer: 233 Birds, 12 Hunts -- 19.42 BPD
Mallards: 7
Green Wing: 22
Gadwall: 12
Speck: 3
Snow: 1
Red Head: 4
Hooded Merg: 2
Pintail: 1
Shoveler: 181

Chucks: 36 Birds, 2 Hunts -- 18 BPD
Gadwall: 30
Shoveler: 4
Green Wing: 1
Bufflehead: 1

Jones: 31 Birds, 1 Hunt -- 31 BPD
Shovelers: 26
Specks: 03
Snows: 01
Mallard: 01

Lost 20: 1 Hunt, 12 Birds, 8 Specks, 4 Snows.


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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Mr. Hollywood

Well, the mallards still haven't shown, but old Mr. Hollywood and his boot-lipped buddies returned with flair. Home Field, J-Hawk, Johnny, Papa, Yours Truly, and three mystery guests who requested that we NOT photograph them or mention their names for employment security purposes. Limits all-round. 42 birds. That makes 270 for the season, and exactly 7 of 'em have been mallards. Ouch!

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42 Shovelers.


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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Suckin' It Up!

Don't ask. During the period beginning Friday, December 9, and Monday, December 12, a dazzling ball of fire-like light arose and hung lifelessly atop the frosty air like a giant Q-Beam in the sky. The birds traded delightfully back and forth from feed to roost by the magnificent light that pierced the darkness each night. During the daytime hours and well into the evenings, they loafed carelessly within the safety of a well-fortified roost. Full moons . . . I hate 'em.

Obviously, the hunting sucked. On Friday, we graced the Home field blind for just long enough to scratch out one snow goose. Friday evening, the Reeces entertained the participants of the Trigger Happy Hunting Club at their fine estate during what we have lovingly dubbed "Hellfest". Good times were had by all.

On Saturday, Reece, Ryan, Blake, John, Haun, John, and I returned to the Home field to harvest exactly 1 Speck, and on Sunday and Monday, we didn't even have the will to go after 'em.

The Baker Boys, Jordan, Cannon & I finally made our way back to the blind this morning. Not a steller day, to say the least, but we did manage to scratch out 4 shovelers.

Total for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday: 6 Birds.
4 Shovelers
1 Speck
1 Snow

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Right Back Where We Left Off

Okay, so the rains haven't been good to us. By this point, we were hoping for bags filled with yellow bills and green heads. Well, it just hasn't worked out that way. Everything is under deep water. The snow geese are so pervasive that we can't hold the stubble on a levee on any field on the farm. The specks are presently as intelligent as the snows. And finally, the shovelers won't give us a break to shoot mallards, which we should probably be thankful for.

Nonetheless, we're still killing birds, and killing 'em by the dozen. Today the Baker Boys, J-Hawk, Johnny & I threw up a levee blind on the Jones field. It should be noted that it is a rare treat to get to hunt that field with any expectation of heavy bags. It did not dissapoint, numerically speaking. Somewhat clear skies helped pave the way to leaving the field only 3 ducks short of a 5-man limit. 31 Birds altogether. Will post a pic later.

31 Birds
26 Shovelers
01 Mallard
03 Specks
01 Snow

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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!

Anybody know how to build an ark -- you know, like the one Noah built? We may need one before this is over.

I never cease to be amazed at the mambie pambies that whine each year that torrents of rain don't fall just before season opens. "We need water." "Hope we get lots of water." "If we don't get some water, the ducks will pass the state and head on South." Blah, blah, blah . . .

Well, we got water. Buckets of it. And for all those idiots that were whining about needing water in the woods, they'll not be able to stand in the woods when season re-opens on Thursday. The Cache @ Patterson now stands a mere 6" below the 3rd highest recorded crest in history, and you'd better believe she'll keep rising for a week.

I threw a walleye'd fit when we got the 9" of rain that fell just before season opened. Add the additional 2" that fell during the first split and the 6" that we got this weekend, and we've pretty much got ducks scattered over a 1,000,000 square acre area. Not a good thing when you're trying to pinpoint concentrated pockets of birds. Tis certainly a lemon, but as always, we'll make lemonade.

As for the farm, it looks like an ocean. Will post pics later. Big Creek obviously broke somewhere, although I haven't the slightest clue where. The pump is broken, and all our pits are brimming full, I'm sure. Tomorrow will be a labor, for sure. We'll have to drain pits, find decoys that are probably scattered all over creation, stop up levees, and try to find some ducks in the process. Only God knows what we'll be doing for the opener on Thursday. Thus far, I'm battin' 1,000 on getting everything I DIDN'T ask for, save, of course, the dreaded broken creek bank on the Homer, which I am truly thankful didn't happen.

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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Species . . . Bad. Numbers . . . Good.

This morning Fred, J-hawk, Mental Meredith and I took our first "dedicated" goose hunt of the season. Sure, duck season is out, but that don't mean that you hafta stop collecting the bills. We hit the pit on the Lost 20 and left with limits of Specks and 4 Snows to boot. Not a bad morning.

12 Birds
8 Specks
4 Snows

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Ahhhh . . . and by way of correction, I stated in an earlier post that our final number for the first split was 171, which was absolutely wrong. That's because Johnny took a couple of youngin's out on the Homer Sunday afternoon and smoked an additional 8 shovelers. No improvement in quality of species, but the number of birds killed daily is lookin' good so far.

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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Wherefore Art Thou, Mallard?

Day 9. Better than expected. But still not that good.

Fred, Blake, J-Hawk & I made our last trip to the Home Field for the first split of the 11/12 season. A heavy cold front moved through as we hunted, making for tough shooting. 30+ m.p.h. winds and spits of rain from the north ultimately resulted in expensive ducks. We left with 20.

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20 Ducks
10 Shovelers
05 Gadwalls
03 Teal
01 Mallard
01 Speck

FOR THE SEASON:
179 Birds
99 Shovelers
42 Gadwall
23 Greenwing
05 Mallard
04 Redhead
02 Speck
02 Mergansers
01 Pintail
01 Bufflehead

19.00 Birds Per Day

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Well, It Hasn't Been Pretty . . .

But we're still gettin' a few from time to time. Today, November 26, Tasha, Fred, Blake, Dave & Cannon rolled back up on Chuck's. Slow, to say the least, but we managed to knock out 9.

9 Ducks
6 Gadwall
2 Shovelers.
1 Bufflehead

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Friday, November 25, Franks, Blake, Reece, Garrett, Olivia, Dave, Jordan, Fred, Barret & Ole Gibby broke the seal on Chuck's and bagged 27 before the dust settled.

27 Ducks
24 Gadwall
2 Shovelers
1 Teal

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Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, November 24, John, Jordan, Franks, Garrett, Reece, Ryan, Dave & I again returned to the Homer. 10 Ducks.

10 Shovelers

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Mediocre, As Anticipated

Well, this morning, November 23, 2011, Olivia, Garret, Jordan & I returned to the Home field blind for a final consecutive day. North winds meant facing South, which isn't our favorite way to hunt that field, but the un-forecasted clouds made it okay. 16 Birds today. Tomorrow we crack Chuck's.

16 Ducks
12 Shovelers
1 Mallard
1 GWT
1 Redhead
1 Pintail.

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On Nov. 22, I didn't make it to the blind. J-Hawk did, and he left with 3.

3 Shovelers

Monday, Nov. 21, J-Hawk & I were joined by the fabulous Baker boys in the Home field tank. Slow, to say the least. We left with 6.

6 Ducks
3 Redheads
2 Hooded Mergansers
1 Shoveler

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Sunday, Nov. 20, Fred, Blake, J-Hawk, Dave, Meredith, and I returned to the Homer. Left with 23. Sunday afternoon, Olivia, Garrett, Franks, and I returned and pulled off 2 more. 25 for the day.

25 Ducks
16 Shovelers
5 Greenwings
4 Gadwall

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Ahhh . . . Didn't See This One Coming . . .

Lets face it, there's simply nothing quite like proclaiming my vast intelligence and superior knowledge to make me look like a complete douche-bag in a day's time. If you've read below, you'll know that I "called it", and by "called it" I mean made my prediction for the very crappiest of openers, especially if we were cursed with clouds and wind. Well, gentlemen, get out your pen and paper and take a note: I WAS WRONG!!!!!! Something tells me that God gets a kick out it, but then I couldn't blame him . . . I had to have gotten my sense of humor from someone.

We hoped for sunny weather and a few birds early that would give us a chance to save face. What we got was 20 m.p.h. winds, with gusts to 30, dense clouds, and mild temps. Doesn't sound promising, does it?

Well, it was. I can't tell you exactly how it came about and I certainly don't have anything resembling a rational explanation for the matter, but the birds descended upon our blind from daylight right up to the point when we called her quits. Fred, J-Hawk, Willie, Danger Dave, Dead-Eye, Blake, Tasha, Meredith, & ole Gibby traipsed into the Homer this morning for a hunt that truly exceeded expectations. When the smoke cleared, 54 ducks and 1 speck came over for dinner. Official time of death was 8:25, and because we carried out 9 limits on a field where we didn't expect to drop 5 in, we considered it a very pleasant surprise.

Its official, the 2011-2012 season is in full-swing.

Quality was different matter altogether. Simply put, that's just a topic we'd rather not discuss in detail.

13 Greenwings
3 Mallards
3 Gadwall
1 Speck
35 Shovelers

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

From Heros to Zeros

Well, if there's a silver lining to this apocalyptic death-ray of a cloud, its that I'm just as intelligent as I thought I was. As I predicted, the rains came, and they came HARD. Five inches, to be exact. As I predicted, the birds went West, and they did it with style. As I predicted, we are screwed, and we are screwed with flair. There's really no upside here.

As of this morning, I made the entire loop around the farm without seeing so much as a single duck until I was almost back to the shop, wherein I witnessed the true spectacle of a whopping 30 shovelers swoop at the Homer before barreling off to Lindy's.

The Cache is currently perched at 9.9' and is on the rise. The mighty White at Augusta has risen from 12.5' to its present level of 24.57', which is less than 1-foot below flood stage. Big Creek is stuffed to the brim. Every field that ever thought about holding a duck is stopped up and topped off with water. There'll be no eliminating competition at this point.

Options. As for tomorrow, I'll be spending the day on the scout. I'll start at the farm, but I already know what I'm going to see. The river is the second most viable option, but that trip means spending the night in the woods, which I'm not particularly excited about. Option C is a well-known WMA, and while pressure won't be heavy there, historical patterns strongly suggest that the presence of ducks won't be heavy either.

Its anyone's game at this point.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

SCREWED!!!!!!!!

Its official: we're done. I woke up to two inches of rain in the gauge at my house today. Forecast is calling for an additional 3, and I suspect that's a conservative forecast. As anticipated, when I drove to the farm I saw a few dozen shovelers loafing on the Home Field, but they'll only be there until they muster the energy to get off their lazy butts and head to the floodlands and backwaters of the Cache and White River Basins, where the rest of the ducks in North America are anxiously awaiting their arrival.

As a status report, it should be noted that the levees in the Home Field are presently under water. Chuck's looks like a small lake. By noon, you'll not be able to traverse the waters that are already flooding the gravel road around the farm. I expect that we'll have to re-pump the blind to get the water out of the pit.

This would be a "Game-Changer" in the purest sense of the phrase. Time to switch to Plan B. Unfortunately, I haven't the foggiest notion what "Plan B" is. I suspect, however, that it involves a boat, which pisses me off. Raise your glasses, gentlemen: Here's to ALMOST having an awesome opener.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Not Looking Good For The Home Team . . .

Here we are: 5 days before the opening of the 11/12 hunting season, and last night I witnessed a game-changer. First and foremost, we're lookin' down the barrel of near-record 79-degree highs today, which AIN'T good for keeping waterfowl glued down and happy. Add to that the fact that we're comin' out the back side of a full moon phase, and the unexpected seems fairly easy to expect. As per the norm, particularly under the circumstances, the birds shifted off to a night-feeding pattern. As I drove by the Home field last night, I was shocked at the sight of what was easily 7,000-10,000 birds rising up at dusk. I got some crappy video, which I will post later. Upon my return this morning, I saw a couple hundred using the field.

So here's what we've got working against us: (1) Uber-high temps; (2) 30-m.p.h. winds with gusts to 40; (3) full moon; (4) expected torrents of rain; (5) expectations for temps dipping into the upper 20's/lower 30's over the next 3 days; and (6) predictions for cloudy/rainy conditions on Saturday.

Recall that I said that IF the rivers didn't blow out AND IF the weather didn't change dramatically AND IF we were blessed with sunny weather on Saturday, we'd probably do alright. Apparently this week we'll be getting everything we hoped wouldn't happen. As little as an inch of rain will put the Cache, which is presently sitting at 8.4 feet, well outside its banks. Ducks will scatter, hunting will be poor.

Guess we'll have to wait 'em out.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Still Here . . . So Far So Good

You'll recall that in yesterday's post I commented that Chuck's would hold birds IF we had sufficient rain to inundate the place. Well, given the 2.7" of rain that was sloppin' around in the gauge this morning, I'd say we're well on our way. Looks like we got just enough water to sheet-over the fields, but not enough to hold significant amounts long term . . . that's perfect if you ask me.

New game plan: time to put the re-lift in the ditch and begin the arduous task of flooding the west side. Have water, will move it. All I've got to say to the birds is that if they know what's best for 'em, they'll stay out of that hole. 100 birds holding in that field on a sunny day will yield more results than 1,000 anywhere else on the farm.

The YouTube video below won't do justice to the number of birds that are hanging out on Homer, but you get the idea. We're still loaded with those pesky specks, and keeping the light geese out will almost certainly be a challenge, but if the weather doesn't change dramatically and the rivers don't top their banks, we might be able to hold a few of these birds for the opener. FYI, the Cache @ Patterson is presently staged at 4.92'. As you're probably aware, base moderate flood-stage for the river is 8', and that'll barely get her out of her banks. She's predicted to crest dead center at 8 feet on November 14. If we don't get rain between now and then, we may be okay.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Eleven Days and Counting . . .

For those of you who have been anxiously awaiting the State of the Union Address, here she comes:

The odd-year (as opposed to even-year) crop rotation on Gibson Farms doesn't exactly lend itself to variety, at least with respect to fowlin'. On even years, it isn't any secret that we've got one specific field that produces solid numbers consistently when it's in rice. During those years, however, the hunting doesn't have to begin and end there, as we still have spots all over the farm that, while anything but consistent, put up solid numbers at one point in the year or another.

The odd-year rotation is different. The old Home place is the "go-to" for the season opener, and it will be the "go-to" on the day season ends. Instead of rightfully expecting the 8-10 duck-per-day average that we see on the East side of the farm, we anticipate 3-5 duck-per-day numbers, which is, historically, a reasonable number.

Chucks will hold birds on the East and West farms, but it'll be later in the season and only then IF we get sufficient rainfall to inundate the place. As for the Lost 20, GW's, Amy's, Baser North, etc., they'll all play their roles, but the bread and butter will be right across from the shop, like always. Suffice it to say, it would be absolute folly to expect that we'll duplicate last year's numbers. We're good, but not that good.

As for the present day circumstances, we're at full pool on the Home field and the Lost 20, and while I haven't seen the 20, I'm absolutely certain that the Homer's holding a good number of birds. Up to ths very minute, we're extraordinarily dry in Northeast Arkansas, and I for one hope that it'll stay that way for a month or so. Less water means less competition, and less competition means more for me!

Should be fun.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

DOVE SEASON!

For the second straight year, dove season was a blast in every sense of the word. The weather was a little on the warm side, but our barrels stayed red-hot. Despite the inordinately harsh summer weather, after a few cokes from the icebox and a sausage biscuit from Tasha's bag, everyone came out smiling.

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The End!

I have to admit, for the last couple of weeks, I've been more excited about the prospect of the youth season than I was about the prospect of the last split of the regular season. Why not? Its the one weekend out of the season when I can sit back and enjoy watching the excited faces of youngsters waiting patiently on flurries of ducks. There's nothing quite like watching a 10 year-old retrieve a duck that he or she KNOWS they are entirely responsible for.

Unfortunately, the wheatherman didn't cooperate as well as we would have like for him to. Temps dropped into the low 20's and the farm was frozen for 3 days prior to the opener. On the other hand, I was encouraged by a phone call from Jordan, who said that the creek was packed with ducks. Having thoroughly scounted the vicinity, we decided to set up on the creek with Olivia, Bo, and Garrett. The ducks were still weary, but cooperated well enough for the gang to reduce two to possesion on Saturday morning.

Saturday afternoon, a glimmer of sunshine emerged for long enough to somewhat thaw the fields. We took the trio to Chuck's and they knocked down another 3 mallards and a gadwall, but only found the 2 of the mallards.

On Sunday morning, I took Olivia back to Charles' field, and while she got a few shots in, she never connected with a bird. On the way out of the field, having noticed the cackling of mallards on Gaylon's pond, we decided to stop by. As the birds flushed, Olivia got a shot off, a drake dropped, and ole Cannon was glad to fetch him from the icy waters. Twas a nice weekend, but I'm tired, and we're all glad its over for a while.

Weekend total: 5 Mallards.
Regular Season/Youth Combined: 670 Birds.
Charles' New Record:449 Birds (300 Mallards)
Home: 150
Baser: 45

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