After storm duck hunt today with Bob.  Hopefully some northerns have arrived.  More to come!

Bears Butt

Nov. 2011

Bob and I were right on time today.  He set the decoys and I baled out the box.  The ducks were milling around all over the place.  Once we settled in it started like it was going to be an hour and we would have our limits.  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!

But in reality all Bob was doing was poking holes in the sky!  He couldn’t hit is butt.  I think he had shot nine times, when I said, well I’ll take the next duck and show you how to do it.  You see, he is shooting a 12 ga. auto, and I’m shooting an old 20 ga. bolt action Mossberg.  He comes a duck, Bang!  Down it goes!

Of course my head swelled all up and stuff and then it started pouring ducks in on us.  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  It went on and on and on.  Suddenly we realized I had killed five ducks and he only had one.  He started yelling at me to find his “other” box of shells.  I had put in on the edge of the box, and he was looking on the seat down below.  We finally found it and he was relieved.  Soon, that box was almost empty as well.  He decided he should be shooting my gun and me his.  OK.

It took me seven shots with his gun to finish my limit.  He shot several of my shells and wasn’t real pleased with the end results.  We came home with 8 birds.  Oh, but he does still have two shells!  Does that make you feel better Edjukateer?

Duck jerky, here we come!

Bears Butt

Nov. 2011