After spending a lot of time scouting and getting premission to hunt a private lake (About 500 acres) I was stoked for the Duck opener. The small lake has no public access and from talking with one land owner it was not hunted for over 5 years to her memory. My buddy and I thought we had a gold mine. Good cover, food, nice point perfect spots for South wind……………..
We decided to make it out there early just in case that somebody else had rights to hunt. So we got there at 5:00am just in case. Unloaded our stuff and headed to the make shift blind we built a couple of nights before. Started driving across the lake and jumped a ton of honkers . No biggie…………they will come back RIGHT?
After seeing a bunch of Woodies, Mallards and Geese coming in we were hoping the late shoot would be productive. Well in my memory of hunting openers this was THE WORST! I never got to pull the trigger on my Benelli. In fact the only shot we had was a hen Mallard coming in as we were picking up decoys around noon. (And it did not come from my gun)
Sunday morning we had high hopes that today would be totally different. As much as I hate to admitt it was only one Lessor better. Never had the early morning when it’s just shooting time passer by’s……………..nothing, did not even see anything till about 9 am when a group of Lessors came to low over our heads and Mr. Benelli with a 3 1/2 “T” folded one. And then of course I missed with the rest of the volley
Best part of the whole weekend was when the dog (Rocky) took off after the goose (who still had a little life in him). One of us forgot to take the leash off (Rock likes to break early) and when he did break the leash got tangled in the chair so here is a yellow lab swimming after a goose barley swimming and me freaking out that the dog is in trouble running to get the John boat to #1 get the dog safe and #2 get my only goose
After thinking about it today I guess a guy has to have a couple bad days once in a while otherwise…………..
Ah heck it was bad!!!!