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