Daughter and I got up early and went up into the lower Mobile Delta to hunt hogs. At sunrise, we trolled up a small creek, watching the banks for pigs. No luck but I did manage to shear the pin in my trolling motor. That would turn out to be a bad thing. After we got to the end of the creek, we ran back out into the shallow bay and headed for a bank with a shell midden that i know the pigs frequent. We were motoring through milfoil towards the bank when I spotted movement under the palmettos on the bank. Got the binos out and sure enough there is a pig right where I expected. But we are still 100 yards out. The pigs seems oblivious, so with the trolling motor out, I start paddling while trying to stay low in the front of the boat. It was a tough & slow going. About 75 yards out the pig seemed to be getting fidgety. It turned broadside, so I put the bead a little over its back and let a slug rip. Miss. But he just stands there, not know where the sound came from. Forgetting I had buckshot in back up, I fired again. Pellets hit the water way short and he still just stands there! Daughter is watching throw binos and while I am scrambling to get another slug out of my pocket, she says the pigs just walked into the brush, didnt even run. We quietly moved to within 40 yards and anchored but he never came back out. I bet if I had my TM working, I could have easily got within closer range and popped him after I brought the boat to a stop. Oh well.
Anyway, we ran back down the river to the open bay to see if there were any redfish along the edge of a bar I hunt. No redfish, but when I looked out over the bar, the water was black with birds. I grabbed the binos and OMG, there is a rafts of gadwalls a 1/4 mile long! Easily a thousand or more ducks. And that doesn't count the flocks of coots off the sides. We sat there and watched them, listened to them whistle and quack.
Don't think I have seen this many gadwalls here this early in 15 years. I guess they dropped in on this front. Lets hope they stay!
Anyway, we ran back down the river to the open bay to see if there were any redfish along the edge of a bar I hunt. No redfish, but when I looked out over the bar, the water was black with birds. I grabbed the binos and OMG, there is a rafts of gadwalls a 1/4 mile long! Easily a thousand or more ducks. And that doesn't count the flocks of coots off the sides. We sat there and watched them, listened to them whistle and quack.
Don't think I have seen this many gadwalls here this early in 15 years. I guess they dropped in on this front. Lets hope they stay!