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Monday, September 22, 2014

Early Teal 2014

The past repeats itself.  Another bust hunt.
We did a lot of scouting, but only saw
three teal on the marsh.  Friday, during our
last scout, the motor started acting up.
Called Danny and he said it was either
a bad fuel pump or a clogged carb and
we were on our own if we decided to
hunt the next day.  So, we decided to
hunt close to the bridge and upstream
of that. 

Friday night, the rains came.  I should
have left the plug out of the boat
because it was a pool in the morning.
Even more unfortunately, we didn't
see it at 0400 when we loaded our
gear.  I did notice that it was a mite
hard to get up to speed on I95.  When
we got to the launching ramp, it took
several minutes to drain the boat
while others were busily launching
theirs.  All our gear was sodden and
then the rains came again.

We got out to our fallback spot and
got well set up.  The sun, wind, and
broom grass were at our back.  There
was lots of open water, duck week,
smart weed, and seeds all around.
Surprisingly, the water was only
mid-thigh deep.  It should have
been an ideal spot. 

There was some light leaking
through the rain clouds, but
not a duck to be seen until
late in the AM when two
came from behind us and
went straight out.  We didn't
even realize they were teal
until it was too late.  Somewhere
behind us there was a wood duck
squealing, but no love.  Finally,
two ducks came flying right
from the stern toward the
bow.  We could have easily
whacked and owned them,
except they were mottled
ducks and illegal to shoot.

We heard lots of shooting from
south of us, but they were still
out there at 0930 when we gave
up.

We had to oil up the guns well
and load all electronic gear into
bags of rice.  Still, it was a lot
of fun being on the marsh.
Regular season can't get here
fast enough.

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Monday, February 03, 2014

Fowl Mood

This year went from bad to worse.
With the drought there was no water,
with no water there was no food, with
no cold there was no migration.  The
open marsh fell silent and only those
bold enough to survive a multi-night
campout or lucky enough to get a
draw were hunting at the WMA.
And, only half of that (Broadmoor)
was productive  - averaging 5 ducks
a hunter.  The other half - TMG - only
managed 1 duck per hunter. 

As a family, we had our worst year in
many.  83 ducks last year, but only 17
this year.  Lt. Jim acually outshot me
by 4 birds.  I had decided to skip the
last two hunts, but came down with
a bad tooth and the pain pills that
accompany it so I couldn't hunt
even if I had wanted to. 

My youngest son was set for his
last youth waterfowl hunt and was
pick #9 at TMG.  Then I got a
cold and we bailed on the hunt.

At least Rob's had a year and
bagged the family's first greenhead.

Tennessee Boy getting the green



















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Friday, January 03, 2014

Another Split Decision

The season has been pathetic. No water, no food and no ducks. I've only gotten 2.83333 ducks so far. The decimals indicate 1/3 of a wood duck and 1/2 of a modu. I did manage the shot of shots when a green wing teal landed 68 yards away and I managed to fire off the golden bb that did the trick. Lt Jim and I have hunted several times. He got the spoonie and half of the modu.

Mallard (Florida) and Smiling Mallard


Here I am with my half of the modu.


And Lt Jim with his duck and a half.


The family moment of glory was Rob and his Tennessee Sand Hill Crane. This was the first year they were legal game up there and he was able to fill one of his three tags. Ribeye of the sky indeed.
Red Headed Snipe


Sadly, there is no way we catch the totals of last year.
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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Opening Day 2013

Only Tommy and I made it out for opening
day.   I'd scouted the previous two Saturdays
while out doing some snipe hunting.  The
river has been dropping fast and there are
few ponds that have feed - alot are choked
off with water lettuce and fewer that have
water at all. 

We ended up barely making it to Snipe
City and the pond inside the circle before
shooting time.   I'd seen ducks there in
past years, but never hunted it.  There
were tons of boats at the refurbished
ramp.  How is it an improvement when
there are fewer parking spaces?  Folks
had to put their cars and trailers up
on the highway - not safe at 0400.

When we first pulled into Snipe City,
I counted 8 sets of red, alligator eyes
looking at me.  We only saw one 7
footer and a couple of 2 footers when
the sun came up.

We were well covered up, sun at
our backs, nestled in the fireflag,
and shielded by palmetto fans.
The ducks didn't see us, but they
sure didn't like our spread.  I
adjusted decoys several times
but couldn't find a layout that
that would work.  Of course,
there weren't a whole lot of
ducks to shoot at anyway.  The
only thing that kept the day from
being a complete skunk was one
little gwt that landed 30 feet away
from the decoys and still managed
to catch a pellet.  It took me 8 total
shots to stop that bird as I sloshed
across the pond trying to hold up the
hip waders and shoot at the same time.

There were tons of other birds around and
it was a beautiful, warm ('80s) day.  My
feet are hurting to much to do any more
snipe hunting, so we limped home.

Still, we're on the board.

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Sunday, October 06, 2013

Early Teal Follow Up

 It wasn't much of an Early Teal, but
we did manage one wood duck.  We
unloaded 8 shots on the poor bird.  When
I cleaned it, apparently only one pellet
hit it.  We all claimed killing the bird.

When we finally were able to retrieve
the bird, a turtle had deheaded it for
us.  

Getting the boat out of the marsh, we
broke one of the bunk boards on the
trailer and then got a flat tire.  But,
those things were only minor annoyances.

I was glad to be out hunting again and
proving that I still can hunt.  There was
some question after this summer's 
health shenanigans.

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Friday, September 20, 2013

Where to go?

Tomorrow starts Early Teal.   Due to
circumstances beyond our control,
we don't have a finalized spot to hunt
yet.  The biggest question is:

Where to go?

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Needed a portrait