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



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.