Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Titanic . . .

. . . it was a big ship, but it still sank like a rock.  Where duck hunting's concerned, we can relate.  The first split came outta the gate like a racehorse, but let's face it, we're going down.

Today, Hunter, Reece, John, Blake, and I gave thanks for the meager bag that we carried out of the field, and we were thankful because we, rightfully, should've geek carrying a skunk.

3 Birds:
1 Mallard
2 Specks


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November 21, John, Grant, Keith, Hailey, Olivia, Garrett, and I went back to the well-used water on Chucks. As expected, the numbers of working birds continued to decline.  It was tough, and we exited at 9 with only 8 birds.

6 Mallards
2 grey ducks


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On Tuesday, we were graced with the invite to Byers Farm, or "heaven for Waterfowlers," as I've come to know it.  Cason Short is da man.

As always, the hospitality was phenomenal, the numbers of birds on the place was incredible, and my shooting was laughable.  Excellent trip,as expected.

We hunted until 8:00, and left with 6 limits of teal, and a full bag of mallards and scraps to round out an excellent hunt.

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Monday, November 20, was the first trip of the season that turned out to be a struggle. I was fortunate enough to be joined in the blind by Eric Price and my eldest, Olivia.  We hunted till 10:00 to get our limit, but ultimately left with full bags.

19 Birds
09 Shovelers
05 Mallards
05 Gadwall

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