Al Hansen
Well-known member
Little did I know back in 1954, when I was pedaling my Schwinn as fast as my legs could go, holding a flash light in one hand and the handle bars with the other. I was on a mission, traveling on a gravel road out to a slough to go duck hunting. I thought that Big Stone county in Minnesota was a special gift from God.
In exactly one hour, I will be wading in the Rio Grande, setting up my decoy spread to look just right. I have no idea if there will be any ducks flying this grand corridor but I don't care. I will be duck hunting and that is all that counts. I always anticipate observing unusual events---whether it be sunrises, maybe an unusual duck, a quick change in the weather, seeing a mass migration, or having a Cooper's hawk attack one of my baby mojo's like one did about three years ago.
It is hard to believe that another season is here. It is October 27th, 2010. As I get older I know how fast time can fly. You want to take a guess how fast January 30th, of 2011, will get here? Way too soon. I can't begin to tell you how much I love being part of mother nature when duck season comes.
Al
My HE/SHE duck. She was an extremely old duck that had stopped producing estrogen and began making testosterone.
One of my modes of transportation to get across the desert to the Rio.
I happen to catch Chili sound asleep one day when the temps got up into the 70's.
A sunrise.
Some days you get lucky and shoot what you always dreamed would be your ultimate limit. After doing that I quickly found out that shooting a spoonbill, GWT, woodie, a Mexican duck, mallard, and widgeon was another ultimate limit.
I have been lucky enough to help band ducks at Bosque del Apache NWR in the past. Hopefully, I can do that again this year. Those hen pintails are beautiful.
In exactly one hour, I will be wading in the Rio Grande, setting up my decoy spread to look just right. I have no idea if there will be any ducks flying this grand corridor but I don't care. I will be duck hunting and that is all that counts. I always anticipate observing unusual events---whether it be sunrises, maybe an unusual duck, a quick change in the weather, seeing a mass migration, or having a Cooper's hawk attack one of my baby mojo's like one did about three years ago.
It is hard to believe that another season is here. It is October 27th, 2010. As I get older I know how fast time can fly. You want to take a guess how fast January 30th, of 2011, will get here? Way too soon. I can't begin to tell you how much I love being part of mother nature when duck season comes.
Al
My HE/SHE duck. She was an extremely old duck that had stopped producing estrogen and began making testosterone.
One of my modes of transportation to get across the desert to the Rio.
I happen to catch Chili sound asleep one day when the temps got up into the 70's.
A sunrise.
Some days you get lucky and shoot what you always dreamed would be your ultimate limit. After doing that I quickly found out that shooting a spoonbill, GWT, woodie, a Mexican duck, mallard, and widgeon was another ultimate limit.
I have been lucky enough to help band ducks at Bosque del Apache NWR in the past. Hopefully, I can do that again this year. Those hen pintails are beautiful.
