Look out, its that time of year!!
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2002 2:38 pm
I don't read or post here like I used to. I miss the good ol' days when you could come here and find a friendly argument now and then.
One thing is the same. You can measure the season by the posts you read. Good shootin', happy posts. Bad days no ducks, bunch of grouchy bastards. Lack of sleep, too much coffee and no ducks are a BAD combination.
I hunt a public spot in NW MS that is usually loaded with boats, but the high water this year has scattered most of the hunters. I have been "sharing" the area with another fellar and whoever he brings on a given day. He has alot of new decoys and two robos. Some days he does well, others I do, but we always seem to get a few. He calls good, and lets the birds work, and I do the same. All in all it has worked out pretty good. Then one day I came in a little later than normal (my brother decided I should wake him up and watch him get dressed) and started to set up in "my" spot. Well, this fellar decided he would come by and ask me why I was setting up so close to him. I told him that I had always hunted this spot, and I wasn't leaving. (I can't blame the guy, I wore him out two days in a row) That day was his, the wind favored his spot and we didn't kill a duck. I never fired a shot.
The next day I came in at the same time the other guy got there. We set up in the dark less than 100 yards from eachother without speaking. When the sun came up, the wind was in our favor, and a large group was cupped up and headed for our boat. BOOM! A single shot from the "fella". I turned to look at him and he was looking in my direction, then starts to feeder call. I have to admit, I lost it. It seemed like to me he had shot once to flare the birds, why else would he shoot once, then start to feeder chuckle? Anyway, I yelled at him, he yelled back, and later he watched me limit out while he didn't shoot again.
The next day I get there nice and early, and guess who is in my "spot"? I didn't let it bother me, I just set up in another spot. I had been thinking about it the night before, and I felt bad about the confrontation we had. I know he has a young boy in the boat with him, I guess its his son, and I hope I didn't teach him something bad. I wanted to make sure, so I went over (in the dark) and apologized for the way I had acted the day before. Although I had used no profanity or even disrespect, I had made a conclusion more influenced by sleep-deprivation and frustration than anything. Its hard to watch a flock cupped and dropping in the dekes, only to have someone shoot and flare them. I had no real proof that he had done so intentionally. If he did, I hope his son learned it is the wrong thing to do. If he didn't, well, I hope his son learned that all duckhunters aren't jerks. I felt better about it, and my brother, who is duck-hunting for the first time this year, also learned the right thing to do.
Guess who was in there to greet the fella the next day at 4:00?
If you read this Ralph, we only shot three.
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One thing is the same. You can measure the season by the posts you read. Good shootin', happy posts. Bad days no ducks, bunch of grouchy bastards. Lack of sleep, too much coffee and no ducks are a BAD combination.
I hunt a public spot in NW MS that is usually loaded with boats, but the high water this year has scattered most of the hunters. I have been "sharing" the area with another fellar and whoever he brings on a given day. He has alot of new decoys and two robos. Some days he does well, others I do, but we always seem to get a few. He calls good, and lets the birds work, and I do the same. All in all it has worked out pretty good. Then one day I came in a little later than normal (my brother decided I should wake him up and watch him get dressed) and started to set up in "my" spot. Well, this fellar decided he would come by and ask me why I was setting up so close to him. I told him that I had always hunted this spot, and I wasn't leaving. (I can't blame the guy, I wore him out two days in a row) That day was his, the wind favored his spot and we didn't kill a duck. I never fired a shot.
The next day I came in at the same time the other guy got there. We set up in the dark less than 100 yards from eachother without speaking. When the sun came up, the wind was in our favor, and a large group was cupped up and headed for our boat. BOOM! A single shot from the "fella". I turned to look at him and he was looking in my direction, then starts to feeder call. I have to admit, I lost it. It seemed like to me he had shot once to flare the birds, why else would he shoot once, then start to feeder chuckle? Anyway, I yelled at him, he yelled back, and later he watched me limit out while he didn't shoot again.
The next day I get there nice and early, and guess who is in my "spot"? I didn't let it bother me, I just set up in another spot. I had been thinking about it the night before, and I felt bad about the confrontation we had. I know he has a young boy in the boat with him, I guess its his son, and I hope I didn't teach him something bad. I wanted to make sure, so I went over (in the dark) and apologized for the way I had acted the day before. Although I had used no profanity or even disrespect, I had made a conclusion more influenced by sleep-deprivation and frustration than anything. Its hard to watch a flock cupped and dropping in the dekes, only to have someone shoot and flare them. I had no real proof that he had done so intentionally. If he did, I hope his son learned it is the wrong thing to do. If he didn't, well, I hope his son learned that all duckhunters aren't jerks. I felt better about it, and my brother, who is duck-hunting for the first time this year, also learned the right thing to do.
Guess who was in there to greet the fella the next day at 4:00?
If you read this Ralph, we only shot three.
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