Today was Monday, not anything real exciting going on.  I picked up all the leaves in the yard, vacuumed the house and made ready for supper and still there was plenty of time for something else to do.

I had wanted to go on a little afternoon duck hunt even though it was a blue bird day.  I just could not get last Friday out of my head.

Well after making lots of calls and finding myself the only one with time to go hunting, I decide to heck with it, I’m going to go.

I don’t like to hunt alone and this trip was sort of a Reconnoiter trip, more than a hunt.   I took a 5 gallon bucket, my shotgun and a box of shells and headed out.

In the swamp I walked along slowly making notes of the increase in the water around the area.  Where Weasel and I had hunted last Friday it was at least 2 inches deeper.  I had waded through lots more water getting out to that spot than we had last week.  Things are looking up.  OH.  And I saw some geese sitting in the same place Weasel and I had seen them last week.

Well it was nearly 2:30 p.m. and only about 3 hours till closing time.

I sat on my bucket and watched the birds fly around, landing ever so much closer to where I was hiding.  Soon there was a flock going to cross over my hiding place…I jumped…lead the bird and popped the cap…Down he went…a nice male Pintail.  I sat back and waited until the birds settled down and then went out and gathered my trophy.

Well, long story short, I shot 14 shells!  14 shells!  Crazy huh?  I did not have any decoys out and still they offered me 14 chances to shoot.

I ended up with 2 birds.  And one heck of a memorable afternoon of hunting.

More fine eating!

Bears Butt

Nov. 5, 2012