John Robinson
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That picture was taken by my best friend's Dad the day I got hooked on duck hunting.
Dave and Danny Fink were my neighbors and best friends. Christmas came on a Friday that year as it did this year, and as we bragged about and compared gifts that afternoon, I saw that both boys had received lots of hunting related stuff like chest waders, gun cleaning kits and such. It turned out both boys and their Dad were taking off after dinner to go duck hunting down at Wister Waterfowl Refuge on the edge of the Salton Sea down in the Imperial Valley at the extreme south end of California.
After pleading with their Dad and getting an ok from my Dad, I was invited along as a buddy and spectator. Mr Fink made sure I had some sort of drab, almost camo clothing I could cover my new red Pendelton shirt, only warm thing I had to wear. So we drove down to Wister to get in line and sleep in the back of the Fink's 63 Ford wagon. We stopped off in the desert somewhere to cut down a bundle of Arrow weed to be used to build our blind the next morning.I remember standing out in the dirt parking area under a crystal clear starry night sky, hearing the honking of geese, whistling of duck wings and actually seeing stars get blocked out by birds as they flew over in what seemed like thousands. A couple hours before first light they open the check station and let us in car by car. Mr. Fink picked a good pond and off we were.
We drove to the spot unloaded about 100 decoys including a couple dozen old wood GW Teal decoys MR. Fink had from childhood. We hated those heavy old decoys, much preferring the lighter, modern plastic decoys. Now I know why MR Fink relented on recruiting another kid. Those were the days when kids did all the heavy work while the grownups did the supervising, I don't know how that got changed around when I grew up? Anyway we luged the arrow weed, decoys, guns and all out there, lucky for me that day I didn't have waders so the Fink boys got to set out all of the decoys while MR. Fink taught me how to build a blind.
We were finished and all set up with about twenty minutes to shoot time. That was my first experience with what is to me my favorite part of the hunt, those last minutes of anticipation, with lots of birds flying all around and even landing in the decoys. I don't know if my memory is embellished by time, but I swear that first half hour of shoot time before sunrise was like the old American Sportsman, there were hundreds of ducks working the decoys and Mr. Fink could not miss. It was nothing but Teal but I swear that morning shoot was unbelievable. We didn't have a dog, all birds were shot stone cold dead and Mr. Fink didn't want to pause to retrieve a bird until the "morning shoot" was over. After the sun rose things slowed down and the boys went about the work of retrieving the ducks with their new waders, I think they picked up over half the 21 duck limit right there.
Even after the sun came up on a blue bird day the ducks continued to come in a couple at a time. Danny who was 14 and I sat in the blind together. I didn't have a gun or a license yet so I just soaked it all in. Danny shot a 20 ga. Remington 11-48 and 12 year old David had the Savage .410-.22 over under you see me holding in the picture. David's method was to sneak around the pond and drainage canals to jump shoot with that little .410, believe me that took hunting skill and he was good at it.
Anyway by noon we were all limited out, and we picked up all the gear to haul back to the station wagon where Mr. Fink took that picture of me holding their limit of Teal. I took hunter safety the next summer and received the surprise of my life when my Dad gave me a brand new Winchester Model 1200 pump for my birthday. I was ready to join the Finks for the 1966 opener and I haven't missed a season since.
How about some stories of your first hunt. Thanks for reading...
John