Story is way to long for a post I think somewhere around 15 or so pages LOL some would call it a small book, so I’ll sum it up best of my abilities. I ain't no photographer, so don't expect much. I just liked them.
Start of weekend
Camp: hadn’t been inhabited in a few years. Severed well for our “camp” and we had a blast. It also had a pretty interesting history too it, some of our political figures in Jackson and Washington D.C. have shared the same rooms as my buddy and I during their south delta pursuits. It was owned by a buddy, and after he found out we, or shall I say my buddy, were planning on camping he made the offer to find us a more sutiable place to rest our heads. To say the least, it was the first time in many many years that I was at "camp" and the camp setting couldn't have been better. Nestled in a cove, with wide open skies, big times, and sleepy eye's LOL.
Hunt 1 Saturday December 6, 2008.
Location: Flooded Timber
Sad, to say the least. I like to call the shots on my terms so to speak. When the birds are back peddling over the decoys, with their feet and neck stretched to their limits is the time I wait for and live for. Needless to say, Saturday wasn’t the day and we had no takers. Worked 2 mallards, but they soon drifted into the blue sky not to be seen again.
Hunt 2 Sunday December 7, 2008
Location: Flooded Timber/Open Hole
Few woodies at dawn, had 2 dip into the dekes and when the feet spread I took my shot. Drake Wood Duck in full plumage smashed the water
Moments later, a hen gadwall was deceived by the calling of no other than Missed Mallards.
Buddy connected on a hen Woody as they banked over him on their way south
buddies dog with the mornings harvest
when he's not out chasing ducks across the many obstacles, well he's LOL
I kind of had a little pride on this picture, as many strap of mallards, woodies, and other migrator's have hung on this wall on the old camp wall. Weird I guess, just kind of thought it was neat to know I had done the same.
Highpoint of the weekend:
Looked to the sky to see 35 mallards searching for a place to spread their wings and float in. it was a domino effect of sorts, as with each pass each caller in the area would let out a scream of calls, let us easily figure out where the birds were LOL. Came over the group next to us only to keep our way. I hit them with a combination of calls to make them bank and circle 10 or so times. 35 + birds are quite the task of taking on, and being the grounds which we currently were positioned, not a likely one. None made the final approach, but it came close many times. I didn’t even get to shoot, but my heart raced, my calls were on cue, and I enjoyed the moment, the chase, of saying I almost LOL.
Me on my game
Almost forgot, the eats! We kind of po folks, but it was fine.
The famous "Ash Burger" LOL
I know, not up to ya'lls standards as far as birds and so on, but any day in the field over looking decoys with a mallard or two that you can argue with, well, I'll take it!
and to wrap up this post, just a picture I kind of enjoy. Notice the call lanyard LOL, I wish I knew enough about leather to make my own, maybe one day.
Glad the skunk and hornets didnt get ya'll