What I DO know is that the Lost 20, Jones, Baser, & Chuck's are ALL stacked. Don't recall that having happened before. Lots of ducks, but the white trash is moving in fast.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Forecast Calls for Snow . . .
So, like normal, we're 3 days shy of the opener and the weatherman says to expect volatile weather. Rain Friday and Saturday with temps in the 50's and SSE winds @ 12. What does that mean with regards to Saturday's hunt and the prospect of full bags? Who knows.
What I DO know is that the Lost 20, Jones, Baser, & Chuck's are ALL stacked. Don't recall that having happened before. Lots of ducks, but the white trash is moving in fast.
What I DO know is that the Lost 20, Jones, Baser, & Chuck's are ALL stacked. Don't recall that having happened before. Lots of ducks, but the white trash is moving in fast.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
In The Moment
Okay, so I was chastised yesterday by the esteemed members of the Trigger Happy Hunting Club for my obvious failure to maintain anything resembling status updates on the net. I would have explained the difference between my life as a lawyer and my life as a farmer, but instead folded to peer pressure. So here we are. The view from the second floor of the compound suggests that the big dance is drawing near:
By the calendar, it's cold . . . really cold. Temps are ranging between the 30's and the 50's, and it's extremely early for us to be enjoying the weather that we'd hope for on during the opening week. As for the birds, they're certainly here. Have been for weeks. Chuck's is absolutely blown out with specks and ducks, and it isn't 25% flooded.
The rest of the fields are stopped up, rolled down, and ready for water. If the forecasted rains don't det in on Tuesday, I'll start wetting them down the old-fashioned way.
Yesterday marked the annual gathering of club members for the purpose of readying our blinds. Dear Lord, it was a rough one. We started at 7:00 a.m. and quit at 4:00 p.m. I, for one, was pretty worn out by the time it was over.
So, here we go: 3 more fields waiting for harvest, one more blind awaiting panels, umpteen fields to flood, one deck to build, and 24 dozen dek's to string. There'll be no rest between now and the opener.
By the calendar, it's cold . . . really cold. Temps are ranging between the 30's and the 50's, and it's extremely early for us to be enjoying the weather that we'd hope for on during the opening week. As for the birds, they're certainly here. Have been for weeks. Chuck's is absolutely blown out with specks and ducks, and it isn't 25% flooded.
The rest of the fields are stopped up, rolled down, and ready for water. If the forecasted rains don't det in on Tuesday, I'll start wetting them down the old-fashioned way.
Yesterday marked the annual gathering of club members for the purpose of readying our blinds. Dear Lord, it was a rough one. We started at 7:00 a.m. and quit at 4:00 p.m. I, for one, was pretty worn out by the time it was over.
So, here we go: 3 more fields waiting for harvest, one more blind awaiting panels, umpteen fields to flood, one deck to build, and 24 dozen dek's to string. There'll be no rest between now and the opener.
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