|A Guide to Waterfowling|
To me that is inconsequential, considering that my client was the Wildfowl Ninja and the day was the state’s Youth Waterfowl Hunt Day. In fact, I did not have to do too much as I relied on him to unload gear and get the decoys set up. Unbeknownst to my young partner was that I was using this as another opportunity to expand his knowledge. With one gun, there was no doubt as to who hit the bird, and with over half dozen days afield this season, he was well prepared to regurgitate the salient points of hours hunting together. I am not sure a discussion of heating a Pop Tart with a chemical hand warmer or the potential culinary wonder of a Slim Jim wrapped in bacon would be included in those points necessary to successfully bringing home geese.
|The Full Spread|
|Looking to our 1 o'clock|
|Now Where is that Pop Tart!?|
Hunkered down behind the screen blind, our view was limited and a bird less than 30 feet off the ground came in unnoticed. Silent, gliding and landing with the wind, it took us by complete surprise: a true Wildfowl Ninja. Sometimes your confidence gets the better of you, I related. There is no such thing as an easy shot. We scrounged the blind bag for the last of a season’s worth of snacks and a Pop Tart broken into fifty thousand pieces was our bounty. The pastry engineers at Kellog’s had us waterfowlers in mind when it designed a filling that acts as a bonding agent and holds the tasty mosaic together.
|A View over the Dekes|
With the sun lazily drifting toward the horizon, we calculated an hour left to hunt. The flights were less frequent, but still heading toward the nearby field. Eyeing the spread through the “porthole” I cut in the camo burlap, the wily birds had done it again. But this time it was three geese on the outside of the spread at 11 o’clock and one directly on the “X”. I had reached the apex of goose hunting: the zen of goose hunting. Do nothing; don’t pay attention; don’t call, and they will land in your spread. OR, I was just enjoying the experience and lacked the hypersensitivity to pick up on the encroachment of another mammal in my “personal space” (decoy spread). We watched and marveled. Then he rose and greeted the goose (now on the wing) with the requisite salutation, “Hey Goosie!” and took the shot. The #2 payload hit its mark and the bird crumpled to the ground.
In retrospect, I did not need to be there. The Wildfowl Ninja had done all the field work to bring the geese to him. In my place as an observer of the result of the culmination of a successful season’s hard work, I was content. He was thrilled.
Our season came to a close with us pulling up the stakes of the blind, and reflecting on an outstanding season, ending with an even dozen geese (He bagged three and I bagged nine). It would not have been possible without the gracious invitation and support of CP and Mimi, as well as my friend, John.
We brought home geese for the grill, but the true reward was the time spent with you.
|Goose, Wildfowl Ninja and Weatherby|