Post by zippyduck on Mar 5, 2010 18:57:24 GMT -4
Trouble leads to success
I had met with a member of a forum I use and had a fun hunt, so we decided to go out some more. We made plans for a weekday hunt so we could have a better spot to hunt. I arrived early as usual and after getting my gear unloaded received a phone call asking where I was. He was a little way down the beach and said it was the best way for him to get in. He dragged his decoys down to me and we headed out to the blind. I told him that it is a lot easier to get in my way, he decided to give it a try when he went back for his dog and other equipment.I started to put out my deeks and soon enough they were out leaving room for his longlines to lead into the bulk of the spread. After about an hour he finally was making his way out. He started to apologize for not being there to help,I told him no problem. He explained that my shortcut got him stuck in the sand with his truck and that he needed pulled out by another guy that luckily happened by. We finished up the decoys together and settled in for shooting time to start. Our discussions began with something his son says, if a hunt starts off bad it only means something good is going to happen.
Well just at shooting time a lone drake canvasback dropped into the deeks undetected. I stopped watching the sky's long enough to notice movement in the deeks. I whispered that a can was in the deeks after a little discussion we decided to jump up and spook it into flying, we both fired and it dove after being hit, it came up and he finished it off. It was the first Canvasback he ever got. The can was as white as snow and we both got consumed by checking it out so much that a whole flock of buffies landed in the deeks as our backs were turned. We grabbed the guns and spooked them up and luckily I dropped a nice drake. As far as the rest of the morning we watched as bird after bird drop into a group of coots 100 yards away from us. We had coot decoys but not hundreds like were out in front of us so they were too much competition for our spread. We stayed there anyways happy with our 2 birds, enjoying our conversations about many subjects from hunting to life in general. Watching birds fly in and out of the coots making comments like swing this way or the old standby coming, coming ,down. A drake buffie made a fatal mistake and picked up and flew low straight at us and I started by saying don't do it and repeating several times until our guns opened up and our third and final bird was in the bag. No it wasn't the most birds either of us have bagged but it was a memorable hunt that could have been spent digging out his truck all afternoon. Just thinking how it could have been ruined if our attitudes were not as calm. Next hunt I'll have to sink his canoe or something.
I had met with a member of a forum I use and had a fun hunt, so we decided to go out some more. We made plans for a weekday hunt so we could have a better spot to hunt. I arrived early as usual and after getting my gear unloaded received a phone call asking where I was. He was a little way down the beach and said it was the best way for him to get in. He dragged his decoys down to me and we headed out to the blind. I told him that it is a lot easier to get in my way, he decided to give it a try when he went back for his dog and other equipment.I started to put out my deeks and soon enough they were out leaving room for his longlines to lead into the bulk of the spread. After about an hour he finally was making his way out. He started to apologize for not being there to help,I told him no problem. He explained that my shortcut got him stuck in the sand with his truck and that he needed pulled out by another guy that luckily happened by. We finished up the decoys together and settled in for shooting time to start. Our discussions began with something his son says, if a hunt starts off bad it only means something good is going to happen.
Well just at shooting time a lone drake canvasback dropped into the deeks undetected. I stopped watching the sky's long enough to notice movement in the deeks. I whispered that a can was in the deeks after a little discussion we decided to jump up and spook it into flying, we both fired and it dove after being hit, it came up and he finished it off. It was the first Canvasback he ever got. The can was as white as snow and we both got consumed by checking it out so much that a whole flock of buffies landed in the deeks as our backs were turned. We grabbed the guns and spooked them up and luckily I dropped a nice drake. As far as the rest of the morning we watched as bird after bird drop into a group of coots 100 yards away from us. We had coot decoys but not hundreds like were out in front of us so they were too much competition for our spread. We stayed there anyways happy with our 2 birds, enjoying our conversations about many subjects from hunting to life in general. Watching birds fly in and out of the coots making comments like swing this way or the old standby coming, coming ,down. A drake buffie made a fatal mistake and picked up and flew low straight at us and I started by saying don't do it and repeating several times until our guns opened up and our third and final bird was in the bag. No it wasn't the most birds either of us have bagged but it was a memorable hunt that could have been spent digging out his truck all afternoon. Just thinking how it could have been ruined if our attitudes were not as calm. Next hunt I'll have to sink his canoe or something.
