Youth weekend..... hilarious
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2003 11:24 am
If you have never taken a kid hunting on youth weekend... you need to try it. Don't expect allot, except fun and a comedy of errors 
Imagine. Saturday morning. Cold. Me, Jr Broker Bruce & Best Friend Daniel head out. Going to do it the manly way, and stand in buck brush. ducks in their face. (has nothing to do that we couldnt locate the pit) Best Friend Daniel has never been duck hunting, so me and Jr agree that Daniel shoots first. daylight. mallards are flying. kids are trying to get out decoys. i think they fell in the water 3 or 4 times rushing to get them out. run back. put on face masks. grab guns. i hit the call, and he quacks back. makes two circles and heads straight towards us...
wait...wait...wait..... 4 greenheads at MAYBE 10 yards. Bruce waits on BestFriend Daniel. "daniel shoot...daniel shoot. DANIEL SHOOT !!" i look to see why he is not shooting. see him shaking. Boy is pulling the trigger as hard as he can. forgot to take the safety off. nerves got to him. We bust out laughing as greenheads fly off...
Later in the morning. We are watching the thousands upon thousands of geese flying. Boys thought the geese were really cool. Then, out about a mile, we spotted them. Huge flock. Emphasis on huge. Flying low. Coming right over our hole. Directly at our heads. OK boys, grab the guns. Crouch down in the water.... Looks like they are landing in the field behind us. wait....wait....WAIT...20 feet above us.... NOW... multiple shots from the two guns. then i hear "Oh CRAP"... and look to see the barrell of the Browing A-5 sticking up out of the water.
Then a Daniel emerges from the water... Three shots from the old A-5 straight up in the air had send Daniel backwards. He tripped, and went completely under. "dang that gun kicks.." is all I heard for the next hour.
so was the rest of the weekend. it was a blast - not having to be intense about duck hunting so hard and serious. throwing out the decoys, too much stuff on the 4-wheeler, drying stinky wet socks on the defroster in the truck, trying to nap at noon, listening to two boys discuss the proper way to "pass gass" - and not smell it for the next hour -- while wearing waders, watching them chase field mice that had taken up in the decoy bags, and making a memory that will last their lifetime --- guess that is what this weekend was all about.
Imagine. Saturday morning. Cold. Me, Jr Broker Bruce & Best Friend Daniel head out. Going to do it the manly way, and stand in buck brush. ducks in their face. (has nothing to do that we couldnt locate the pit) Best Friend Daniel has never been duck hunting, so me and Jr agree that Daniel shoots first. daylight. mallards are flying. kids are trying to get out decoys. i think they fell in the water 3 or 4 times rushing to get them out. run back. put on face masks. grab guns. i hit the call, and he quacks back. makes two circles and heads straight towards us...
wait...wait...wait..... 4 greenheads at MAYBE 10 yards. Bruce waits on BestFriend Daniel. "daniel shoot...daniel shoot. DANIEL SHOOT !!" i look to see why he is not shooting. see him shaking. Boy is pulling the trigger as hard as he can. forgot to take the safety off. nerves got to him. We bust out laughing as greenheads fly off...
Later in the morning. We are watching the thousands upon thousands of geese flying. Boys thought the geese were really cool. Then, out about a mile, we spotted them. Huge flock. Emphasis on huge. Flying low. Coming right over our hole. Directly at our heads. OK boys, grab the guns. Crouch down in the water.... Looks like they are landing in the field behind us. wait....wait....WAIT...20 feet above us.... NOW... multiple shots from the two guns. then i hear "Oh CRAP"... and look to see the barrell of the Browing A-5 sticking up out of the water.
Then a Daniel emerges from the water... Three shots from the old A-5 straight up in the air had send Daniel backwards. He tripped, and went completely under. "dang that gun kicks.." is all I heard for the next hour.
so was the rest of the weekend. it was a blast - not having to be intense about duck hunting so hard and serious. throwing out the decoys, too much stuff on the 4-wheeler, drying stinky wet socks on the defroster in the truck, trying to nap at noon, listening to two boys discuss the proper way to "pass gass" - and not smell it for the next hour -- while wearing waders, watching them chase field mice that had taken up in the decoy bags, and making a memory that will last their lifetime --- guess that is what this weekend was all about.