I pretty much enjoy hunting no matter what the game is but I have noticed that there are some groups of hunters that are very serious. For some reason waterfowl hunting attracts a bunch of them. I’m more the “Blue Collar” type hunting and it’s always interesting when I cross paths with the “gentleman duck hunter”.
When a duck hunter reaches his limit
By Bobby Cleveland
Gannett News Service
As much as I detest duck hunting, it is involved in two of my favorite stories in which I had a role.
I really don’t hate the sport. It has many fine qualities, including camaraderie in a duck blind and the sight of mallards funneling down in a Delta brake.
But even those can’t offset getting wet, walking in mud and freezing my butt off, and when I get a limit of either, my tolerance level gets extremely low, very fast.
TOO MUCH SQUEAKING …
My first experience with motorized decoys came more than a decade ago on a cold morning, in sleet and rain, in a muddy rice field in Arkansas.
Four of us were sitting in grass on a levee in a flooded corner. Out front we had a nice spread of decoys, and in the center were two rotating-wing duck decoys. Another outdoor writer had brought them on a trial basis.
“Newest thing. S’posed to work good,” he said. “Company sent them for us to review.”
The sun rose, no ducks flew and it was much too cold to have no ducks flying. Those two decoys kept spinning, until one tired and began to squeak. It was soon as brutal as fingernails on a chalk board, and we were demanding it be removed when …
“Good Lord, look at the mallards,” someone said. “They’re coming in.”
Must have been 40 or 50 in the first load, with hundreds more circling above them.
But, the first arrivals never dropped in. They got close, flew circles out of gun range, flared and left, taking the rest with them.
“Do you think it was that decoy?” asked the writer. He got his answer loud and clear.
Without a word, the other two guys shot the squeaker. I rose and killed the other.
“Just in case it wanted to whine,” I said.
… TOO MUCH HOIDY-TOIDY
Another winter, I was in a duck blind in the Mississippi Delta with several famous waterfowl journalists. I know they were famous, not because I’d heard of them but because they said so. They were talking hoidy-toidy about all things duck, while I sat shivering in sleet and gale-force winds.
After an hour or so, the only ducks we saw landed out of range but did swim over.
“Somebody spook ‘em,” one guy said.
I volunteered, told them to get ready, stood up and killed three - ducks, not writers - with one shot and a fourth with another, all on the water. A limit of mallards - and hoidy-toidy - is what I had.
“You stupid —-! You dirty —-!” they were yelling, all except my friend Cuz Strickland of Mossy Oak.
“Seems to me, it’s 4-0,” Cuz whispered.
I cased my shotgun, pulled out my flask, toasted the other guys and took a sip.
Brandy, with a smirk chaser … mighty fine.
Bobby Cleveland is an outdoors writer for The Clarion-Ledger, a Gannett newspaper in Jackson, Miss. Contact him at bcleveland@clarionledger.com.
The last story reminds me of a goose hunt I was on a number of years ago. There is a farmer that was having a lot of problems with geese he wanted us to slay some. This farmer lets us hunt pretty regularly on his farm and we wanted to assist him any way we could. There was only two of us that morning but the farmer contacted his neighbor that was a big shot in the local Ducks Unlimited Chapter.
There was about 30 geese sitting on one of the farm ponds the plan was to sneak up on them from below the dam and then pop up on them. We wait till legal shooting time we pop up over the dam and begin laying down a good cover fire on the geese. My buddy and I laid out 7 geese with our 6 shots and scrambling to reload before the flock got out of range. Mr. DU never fired his gun and he looked shocked at what he just witnessed. He left shortly after that and the numerous hunts I’ve been on since then he has never been back that I know of.
Some believe that if you don’t shoot the birds over decoys with the wings cupped and coming to your textbook calling techniques then it’s not a hunt to be proud of. Myself I enjoy those hunts but sometimes your faced with a situation we were facing that morning and a farmer who sees these “feathered goats” tearing up his crops and he just wants them dead. Doing whatever you can that’s legal to kill as many geese as possible is what makes the landowner happy and keeps the invites to hunt the property coming.