Steve Sanford
Well-known member
Vince~
I do not know the answers because I have yet to get a response.
I do plan to write to the Commissioner to request that - in the future - the license details be printed in a font size discernible by anyone out of grade school. My 67-year-old eye leans toward 12 font. I will also ask for clarification re the need to sign any or all of the licenses.
BTW: Many years ago, I enjoyed a spur-of-the moment Canada hunt here on September 1. I had been out in the shop during the night and had - among other things - got my Model 12 and bullets ready for the Annual Waterfowl Harvest. As I headed into the house for breakfast - an hour or so after daybreak - 5 Canadas peeled over the house and landed across the road in Home Pond.
I should explain that flushing Canadas off that pond is not especially challenging. Home Pond sits down in a wooded hole with only one escape route for big, lumbering fowl. Nevertheless, I thought that the season should be inaugurated. So, I turned back to the shop and grabbed a handful of BB steel and the Thunderbolt Grease-slapper (aka Locomotive Breath) . I snuck down to the dike - the obvious outlet for big bird - and gave the birds just a glimpse of me. As expected, they commenced to honking and hollering and decided to absent the premises.
I am ordinarily a man who is ever on the lookout for that sweet "triple" opportunity. In this instance, though, such a feat might bring a fleeting feeling of accomplishment - but would quickly turn sour, knowing that I had taken unfair advantage. So, I opted for a compromise. I let the first 4 birds pass right over my head - about 20 yards up - and chose a single shot at just the last bird. Said bird collapsed as planned and the season was begun in memorable fashion - without regrets but with a single bird for the table.
As it turns out, such an opportunity again presented itself on Opening Morning a few days go. This time, though, I just smiled to myself, savored the memory, and went back to work in the shop.
All the best,
SJS
I do not know the answers because I have yet to get a response.
I do plan to write to the Commissioner to request that - in the future - the license details be printed in a font size discernible by anyone out of grade school. My 67-year-old eye leans toward 12 font. I will also ask for clarification re the need to sign any or all of the licenses.
BTW: Many years ago, I enjoyed a spur-of-the moment Canada hunt here on September 1. I had been out in the shop during the night and had - among other things - got my Model 12 and bullets ready for the Annual Waterfowl Harvest. As I headed into the house for breakfast - an hour or so after daybreak - 5 Canadas peeled over the house and landed across the road in Home Pond.
I should explain that flushing Canadas off that pond is not especially challenging. Home Pond sits down in a wooded hole with only one escape route for big, lumbering fowl. Nevertheless, I thought that the season should be inaugurated. So, I turned back to the shop and grabbed a handful of BB steel and the Thunderbolt Grease-slapper (aka Locomotive Breath) . I snuck down to the dike - the obvious outlet for big bird - and gave the birds just a glimpse of me. As expected, they commenced to honking and hollering and decided to absent the premises.
I am ordinarily a man who is ever on the lookout for that sweet "triple" opportunity. In this instance, though, such a feat might bring a fleeting feeling of accomplishment - but would quickly turn sour, knowing that I had taken unfair advantage. So, I opted for a compromise. I let the first 4 birds pass right over my head - about 20 yards up - and chose a single shot at just the last bird. Said bird collapsed as planned and the season was begun in memorable fashion - without regrets but with a single bird for the table.
As it turns out, such an opportunity again presented itself on Opening Morning a few days go. This time, though, I just smiled to myself, savored the memory, and went back to work in the shop.
All the best,
SJS