Date: 12/30/22
Time: morning
Location: farm rice pond
Cloud Cover: partly cloudy
Wind Direction and Velocity: more than expected out of the southeast
Temperature: supposed to be 52. Was 42.
Moon phase: not sure
Special Notes: My 4 year old, Beau’s, first morning duck hunt. He was a trooper.
Waterfowl Activity: disappointing
Waterfowl Responsiveness: Beau thinks he’s the king of the duck calling world. He had my wood duck whistle and was squeaking it for all he was worth all morning. He managed to end two of his calling sessions just before pairs of wood ducks landed.
Hunters: Dad and I had guns. Beau calling for us.
Guns:Malfunctions: only had two shot ops. The first I was shooting at shadows (blind is only halfway constructed due to time constraints, so we hunted from the bank). The second, I had a partial ignite of powder in my shell. Sounded like a Roman candle. First time I’ve ever had that happen. I don’t know how that shell got in my bag in hindsight. It’d obviously been wet and was rusted. Didn’t inspect it in the dark. Lesson to be learned there.
Dog(s):Special Equipment:Curses: None
Kudos: Beau seemed to have a good time.
Birds By Species: Scratch
Photo Ops: post-hunt golf cart nap
Lagniappe: Beau walked in the house at lunch and when Heather asked how the hunt went he declared, “We didn’t get any ducks, Daddy is a bad hunter…..” It’s the ones that are closest to you that will cut you the deepest.