After a loooonnnnggg semester of watching fellow ifishers gettin deep into the birds, from half way across the country, I'm finally back. It felt so great to get back out on the WMA, I realized this is what duck hunting should be like, not jumpin tanks in the dry mesquite-peppered brush country in 78 degrees. These were my feelings as we entered the non-res line at 3am.
Several coffees later Dad and I were set up in a unit we had hoped to hunt. I was a bit surprised to see that our water hole was covered in 1/4 inch of ice, something I absolutely hate. We made a mess trying to clear a large open hole, and the ice wouldn't break into big sheets we could push under. We managed to be ready just after shooting light. But, the ducks were absent. Wait, I thought they would be glad to see me back on the island???
As it turns out, we witnessed a pretty incredible teal shoot. Not what we had intended, not what we wanted, but that's what it was. Group after group bombed us like nobody's business. Other than the fact that our hen to drake ratio was horrible, we did well on them, killed 14 with 21 shots between the two of us, however...I somehow missed the only mallard that came within striking range.
Oh well, greenheads are ugly anyway, I hate them, they hate me. So, we were out of there by 11.
However, teal taste as good as any other duck, so at least we got some action. Sloppy seconds yes, but we got some action. Time to fire up the barbie!
First day back on WMA
Crooked Hook
Looks like you were in mallard heaven to me too. Oh well, at least you got out and put the wood to some ducks with your dad.
Nice hunt, good pics, and good story.
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