I shunned my work responsibilites for one more day and took Tues off. Hated to go back today but that's the way it is this year.
Joey Wolk called late Monday night and said he was looking to go in the morning and twisted my arm into staying away from that dreadful thing we call work one more day. After talking it over with Michelle we decided the boys were ready for a morn hunt. Thomas has been DYING to go to greentree and since it was late and I didn't want to fool with the boat it sounded really good. Joey agreed. I wasn't too hopeful based on latest reports but thought maybe the cool front moved some new birds in. Andrew will be the next to go since I take turns with them and he went with me a couple days before.
Excited, Thomas didn't sleep too well and I know the 3:45 alarm was harsh but he jumped right up and got dressed and grabbed his gear bag. We got to the launch a little after five and there were already 4 trucks there. Three were jumped up 4wd Cherokees plastered with every duck hunting decal known to man so we knew the highschoolers were out in force. Didn't matter though, this timber has room and if the woodducks do as normal everybody gets a shot at some point.
The walk in was a piece of cake for Thomas. I think it was harder on Joey and I since were were dragging the kayak. I've had a kayak for years and we brought it with us since the water has too many obstacles for a 7 year old and is at the limit of his waders. Turned out to be the absolutely perfect. Light enough to drag it to the entrance point, about a 1/3 mile, and Thomas had a very comfortable ride to the clearing.
Once in our spot we enjoyed talking and listening to the owls. This place has quite an eery feel in the dark with what seems like dozens of owls ooooh oooooh oooohhhhhing. There were mallards quacking in the distance and we could hear wigeon overhead. Thomas was pumped.
Legal came and although we weren't exaclty covered up with ducks we saw enough flying high overhead to know the cool front either moved some duck in or at least stirred up the ones already here. We did get buzzed by woodies as expected and missed several opportunities when they came from the opposite direction from where we were looking. If you don't see or hear them coming you just don't stand much of a chance and these fellas were running silent.
Joey did reach way out and dropped a plump one. It was the only duck of the morn. Even so as we left I felt a real sense of satisfaction. Thomas enjoyed every minute from the alarm clock to the walk back. I think he took a big step towards being a duckhunter.
Oh yeah, One of Santa's reindeers stayed behind to open gifts.
Joey Wolk called late Monday night and said he was looking to go in the morning and twisted my arm into staying away from that dreadful thing we call work one more day. After talking it over with Michelle we decided the boys were ready for a morn hunt. Thomas has been DYING to go to greentree and since it was late and I didn't want to fool with the boat it sounded really good. Joey agreed. I wasn't too hopeful based on latest reports but thought maybe the cool front moved some new birds in. Andrew will be the next to go since I take turns with them and he went with me a couple days before.
Excited, Thomas didn't sleep too well and I know the 3:45 alarm was harsh but he jumped right up and got dressed and grabbed his gear bag. We got to the launch a little after five and there were already 4 trucks there. Three were jumped up 4wd Cherokees plastered with every duck hunting decal known to man so we knew the highschoolers were out in force. Didn't matter though, this timber has room and if the woodducks do as normal everybody gets a shot at some point.
The walk in was a piece of cake for Thomas. I think it was harder on Joey and I since were were dragging the kayak. I've had a kayak for years and we brought it with us since the water has too many obstacles for a 7 year old and is at the limit of his waders. Turned out to be the absolutely perfect. Light enough to drag it to the entrance point, about a 1/3 mile, and Thomas had a very comfortable ride to the clearing.
Once in our spot we enjoyed talking and listening to the owls. This place has quite an eery feel in the dark with what seems like dozens of owls ooooh oooooh oooohhhhhing. There were mallards quacking in the distance and we could hear wigeon overhead. Thomas was pumped.
Legal came and although we weren't exaclty covered up with ducks we saw enough flying high overhead to know the cool front either moved some duck in or at least stirred up the ones already here. We did get buzzed by woodies as expected and missed several opportunities when they came from the opposite direction from where we were looking. If you don't see or hear them coming you just don't stand much of a chance and these fellas were running silent.
Joey did reach way out and dropped a plump one. It was the only duck of the morn. Even so as we left I felt a real sense of satisfaction. Thomas enjoyed every minute from the alarm clock to the walk back. I think he took a big step towards being a duckhunter.
Oh yeah, One of Santa's reindeers stayed behind to open gifts.