johnc wrote:Start putting money aside to maybe purchase a nice 20 gauge autoloader to shoot a speck with,one of my goals,would really like to harvest some with a 28 gauge,but that is a tall order---I'd like to find an old 1100 magnum 20 with a fixed modified barrel,the ones with the white diamond on the stock---for nostalgic reasons
to be honest,we try to shoot only decoying birds that are "right" BUT conditions are not always favorable for that luxury,so I try to get them straight over the top to increase our chances on limited opportunities
I doubt you'll find a 20 all that much more challenging unless you adopt the attitude Mervis copped when I teased him about his 10, "I shoot 'em where they is." Been doing it for just over a decade when specks show during a duck hunt. Mostly a matter of hitting the handle instead of the duster. Though I don't mind admitting I'll usually take the 12 when expecting to goose hunt unless it means driving out of my way to pick it up.
Whole lot of stuff in your last post I can identify with. Though the mallards have long since gone to seed, I still hunt some circa '70s G&H pintails and teal that were part of my first spread, and was among those who spent the then ungodly sum of $36 a piece for some of Big Foot's first (and then abandoned for several years) run of specks - only to find that the birds didn't finish as well over them as the standard G&H shells that were then the decoy gold standard. Put out (and picked up daily) 1,000 to 2,000 pieces for my first ten or twelve seasons with Doug's and got to where I almost hated geese and absolutely craved ducks before getting to back off and only occasionally work big spreads. Finally hauled 2,000 rags, 1,200 windsocks, 800 plastic cones and a wild assortment of kites, flyers and flags to the Klondike dump site in The Great Decoy Shed Purge of '04. (Still have a butt load of G&H light goose (with self painted imatures and blues) and speck shells I can't bring myself to part with.)
Even have Mud Lake memories, as it was one of the first places I hunted here. I was writing then and Tom Bagget, a Lake Charles dentist who had Cameron WIldlife before selling it to German and Faulk, invited a bunch of us for teal to promote his outfit. I was the youngest, so he asked me if I'd mind hunting with a kid who was a little wild at the tiller, and I assured him I'd raced SCCA and would be fine. But I wasn't so sure after all when a young Kevin Broussard (who's dad, "Cajun Phil," had a little fishing show) and I hit Mud Lake in the dark and white pipe channel markers were ticking past.