My First Canadian honker

Before My dad died three years ago,he said he wished he could live to see me get my first goose. Tonight was for him, as this honker took his final plunge into a local farmers pond in Southern Wisconsin. Had to get a local dog kennel owner bring out one of his Black labs “ROWDY” to retreive it from a Cow pasture pond that was really muddy. Almost like quicksand. Rowdy is from Shady oaks Kennels in Newark, Wisconsin west of Beloit. Rowdy is 10 years old. He got down wind from that goose at 100 yards in the dark and bolted through the water and made a fabulous retreive.I want to say thanks Jim for bringing “Rowdy” out tonight. I will never forget your kindness and hospitality.

What else could I ask for? Nothing better than your first!!!!

congrats buddy

congrats buddy

Congrats Troy, Now you’re HOOKED
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Congrats Troy, Now you’re HOOKED
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Congrats. Hopefully more to follow.

Congrats. Hopefully more to follow.

AWESOME!!!!

AWESOME!!!!

LET’S HERE HOW YOU GOT HIM MAN JUMP SHOOTING OR DECOYING OR WHAT….CONGRATS ON THE BIRD MAN!!!

LET’S HERE HOW YOU GOT HIM MAN JUMP SHOOTING OR DECOYING OR WHAT….CONGRATS ON THE BIRD MAN!!!

Not Arknsas Dave Rutabeggi style?
That would be “ground pounden”
cheers

Not Arknsas Dave Rutabeggi style?
That would be “ground pounden”
cheers

Ha the famous Arkansas….I took a buddy out hunting a year ago and said if we get a bigger group i will let a coule land hit the ones up high than take the greenies coming off the water…well he must have mis understood me cause i sacrafised a few decoys that day hahaha had to explain myself again lol good times

Ha the famous Arkansas….I took a buddy out hunting a year ago and said if we get a bigger group i will let a coule land hit the ones up high than take the greenies coming off the water…well he must have mis understood me cause i sacrafised a few decoys that day hahaha had to explain myself again lol good times

We are only able to pass shoot at these geese going into the farmers pond, due to the aggressive bulls in the pasture.

We had a strong east wind , and the flock was coming in from the south and did a hook over top of me to get positioned to land on the east side of the pasture. They were dive bombing and flying real slow into the wind. I took this one on the first shot. Tried for another one with two other shots. That goose glided into the pasture pond twitched a little and started floating to the mucky side of the pond. Pond is only a foot or so deep on that side but the muck is knee deep or more. Had to call in the dog.

Tonight going after Woodies in the ditches. Been seeing hundreds of them every night. Buddy got one drake two nights ago.

We are only able to pass shoot at these geese going into the farmers pond, due to the aggressive bulls in the pasture.

We had a strong east wind , and the flock was coming in from the south and did a hook over top of me to get positioned to land on the east side of the pasture. They were dive bombing and flying real slow into the wind. I took this one on the first shot. Tried for another one with two other shots. That goose glided into the pasture pond twitched a little and started floating to the mucky side of the pond. Pond is only a foot or so deep on that side but the muck is knee deep or more. Had to call in the dog.

Tonight going after Woodies in the ditches. Been seeing hundreds of them every night. Buddy got one drake two nights ago.

Heck ya buddy….way to scout them out and know where to set up..now you need a drake woodie to top off your week nothing more beautiful!!!

Heck ya buddy….way to scout them out and know where to set up..now you need a drake woodie to top off your week nothing more beautiful!!!

boy that braught me back to my first goose. it was 2 years ago, hunting swan lake in Nicolete, had to break ice to get in, shot it with a 2 3/4 #2 fast steel about 60 yards up in the wind. winged it and had to chase it down, took an hour, but we got it. I will have to find the picture somewhere and post it.

good job and hope to see many more like that.

shane

boy that braught me back to my first goose. it was 2 years ago, hunting swan lake in Nicolete, had to break ice to get in, shot it with a 2 3/4 #2 fast steel about 60 yards up in the wind. winged it and had to chase it down, took an hour, but we got it. I will have to find the picture somewhere and post it.

good job and hope to see many more like that.

shane

ya for sure I was thinking of that the other day when i first read this post…I was up in Rochester with a buddy of mine and his dad and my dad as well….snowed like crazy the whole way up there i rememeber I believe it was 13 years ago(10 years old at the time) and it quit snowing at day break and man alive I rememebr seeing the geese brea the crest of the hill coming and hearing everyone say wow here they come and let me have first shot with my 20 gaurge youth 870 and cracking one right up side the head at 15 yards at most….didnt even shoot at another int he group just remeber smiling ear to ear and looking at my dad

ya for sure I was thinking of that the other day when i first read this post…I was up in Rochester with a buddy of mine and his dad and my dad as well….snowed like crazy the whole way up there i rememeber I believe it was 13 years ago(10 years old at the time) and it quit snowing at day break and man alive I rememebr seeing the geese brea the crest of the hill coming and hearing everyone say wow here they come and let me have first shot with my 20 gaurge youth 870 and cracking one right up side the head at 15 yards at most….didnt even shoot at another int he group just remeber smiling ear to ear and looking at my dad

These are great stories. I remember my very first real duck hunt. I was field digging some soybeans behind my parents farm when I was 13 or 14. One of my older brothers came out to the tractor and said that we were going to head up to Longville, MN to do some duck hunting. I remember being shocked at first that my then 18 year old brother was going to take me on a hunting trip up north. We got up to his buddy’s cabin and we broke ice to set the decoys that night. The next morning, the skies were completely full of divers. I had my new/used 1937 Remington Model 11 with a poly choke and only one box of shells for the weekend. Needless to say, I was out of shells by around 9 o’clock the first morning, but I know for a fact that I shot atleast one of them ducks. I have been addicted ever since. Thinking back, I wish I could have had a picture to remember that weekend, but now that I am sitting here telling the story, I can visualize it like it was yesterday.

I’ll have to remember to thank my brother the next time I see him.

These are great stories. I remember my very first real duck hunt. I was field digging some soybeans behind my parents farm when I was 13 or 14. One of my older brothers came out to the tractor and said that we were going to head up to Longville, MN to do some duck hunting. I remember being shocked at first that my then 18 year old brother was going to take me on a hunting trip up north. We got up to his buddy’s cabin and we broke ice to set the decoys that night. The next morning, the skies were completely full of divers. I had my new/used 1937 Remington Model 11 with a poly choke and only one box of shells for the weekend. Needless to say, I was out of shells by around 9 o’clock the first morning, but I know for a fact that I shot atleast one of them ducks. I have been addicted ever since. Thinking back, I wish I could have had a picture to remember that weekend, but now that I am sitting here telling the story, I can visualize it like it was yesterday.

I’ll have to remember to thank my brother the next time I see him.

My dad grew up on the farm in ND where they live now, but when I was 14 we lived in Brainerd. We went out to ND goose hunting for MEA and the first morning we decided to line shoot. So I’m sitting there with a single shot 20 gauge and my dad moves down the line over a small hill.

I remember shooting at a flock that came over and watching one of the snows start to lose altitude while turning back for the refuge. He dropped about 100 yards inside the refuge fence. I had a good mark and ran in and got him.

My dad likes to tell the story of coming over to see what I was up to and how shocked he was, to see me coming out of the refuge holding that snow goose. Got the picture somewhere but you just don’t forget stuff like that.

My dad grew up on the farm in ND where they live now, but when I was 14 we lived in Brainerd. We went out to ND goose hunting for MEA and the first morning we decided to line shoot. So I’m sitting there with a single shot 20 gauge and my dad moves down the line over a small hill.

I remember shooting at a flock that came over and watching one of the snows start to lose altitude while turning back for the refuge. He dropped about 100 yards inside the refuge fence. I had a good mark and ran in and got him.

My dad likes to tell the story of coming over to see what I was up to and how shocked he was, to see me coming out of the refuge holding that snow goose. Got the picture somewhere but you just don’t forget stuff like that.

HA i for got about my friest duck lol it was great it was MEA i was 10 and dad took me to Grandmas on one of our sloughs and when the beavers had the stream flooded in the woods our entire woods was Arkansas type flooded timber..well i had to crawl up and peak over the beaver hut and stood up and yes I ground swatted big drake woodie and shot a drake mallard flying ont he third shoot…oh the sight of seeing dad with no waders waste deep int he cold water…..Priceless!!!! haha