FredS wrote: ↑
Mon Nov 19, 2018 11:42 am
Bloodhound wrote: ↑
Mon Nov 19, 2018 11:11 am
sweetandsour wrote: ↑
Mon Nov 19, 2018 10:34 am
Good morning this morning but I could not hit the side of a barn. Lacy did well though. I took this video of one retrieve, and when she's almost to the blind my grandson sees ducks out front and blows his call. At the sound of the call Lacy turns to look, and suddenly the ducks are there, my grandson shoots and drops one while I'm dropping my phone and scrambling to get my gun to my shoulder. Fun morning, and now I have ducks for the Thanksgiving grill.
Looks like a good morning for sure! I feel the same way about kids hunting as FredS feels about them fishing...
1. I suppose I just like seeing kids in the outdoors as participants rather than observers. We lose a lot to other pursuits (often about the time they start noticing the opposite sex) but seeing a teenager go out on their own - without dad or an uncle or grandfather - is even better than seeing them alongside their mentors. And when they start swinging by to pick up the old man like Tim and Jim's grandsons do and like Gabriel's girl no doubt will, well that's just about the best thing ever.
B. I watched S&S's video before reading his post and was gobsmacked that the dog dropped the bird so she could turn to mark others as they were shot. I watched it 3 times to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. I've never worked over a dog that smart.
4. The 870 is the finest filed gun every made. I've owned many, but my favorite was a gift from my pops on my 16th birthday. 41 years later and it's works as well as ever. It's never, not once jammed or given me a problem. And I'm talking over hundreds of waterfowl hunts. Upland hunting is genteel compared to the mud and ice and just general slop that is Midwestern water fowling. It's a 20ga so it's not great for long range pheasants or high flying late-season geese, but I've always had a difficult time leaving it home.
Thanks guys. That's my grandson's pup, 1-1/2 yr old, and she's figuring things out very quickly. She loves the marsh and water, and ducks, and already watches the sky for them.
It really was a magical morning. Misty, with occasional rain, but not enough rain to put my pipe out. In the pre-shooting time dark and fog, nutrea rat screams we're more spooky than usual. With the low ceiling, we could hear geese flying overhead but couldn't see them in the fog. We somehow resisted the urge to fire up through the fog at the sounds, and somehow hope to hit the lottery by suddenly seeing a goose fall through the fog and hit the water with a gigantic splash. At one point we even had a hummingbird buzzing around the blind. At around 9 the fog had lifted and we could see heavy rain coming across the marsh headed our way, so we picked up and headed back in, getting back to the boat ramp before the bottom dropped out.
Some brunch of bacon, eggs, rolls and coffee, and ducks to clean and a couple of chores, and then hit the sun room couch. I'm just now waking up, in time to clean up for dinner. Monday, Monday, so good to me.
I'm old but I'm happy. (Most of the time.)