As yesterday was the opening day of snipe season, I took the day off work to go chase those wily birds. With water low, low, low, low in the St. Johns River south of me, I decided I would try Orange Lake as I have heard that snipe hunting can be very good, though the walking can sometimes be difficult. The water levels were low there as well, but I was able to get out to the lake from the launch and off I went in search of an airboat trail to walk or an island to walk. There are lots of coots about and it sure is nice to see them in some numbers. With the wind in my hair, day off from work, I am off for an adventure. The islands I see have vegetation that are too high for someone to find a bird in if they were to actually shoot one, so I keep looking for a mud flat or edge or airboat trail. And I found one, AND flush snipe from it…nice dark mud, green grass, dollar weed…looks like it ought to have some degree of walkability. After shutting off the motor I begin rowing myself over to the mud flat, trying to get as close to the grass as possible, and I keep rowing through the mud. Hmmmmmm this could be interesting but I keep at it and then SCHLUCK I am STUCK. Airboat trail is about 8 ft in front of me, the water I just came out of, 15 ft.
As I sat there reminding myself what a most genius move that was on my part, looking at the mud, remembering about the woman who this past summer fell face first in some mud and couldn’t get back up and ended up drowning I realized I would have to get OUT into the stuff. After testing the mud depth with the oar and determining that this isn’t the “sticky” mud I’m used to from the salt marsh, I find it won’t be over my head, though it is deep, and I’ll be able to move around in it. While I’m standing there, waist deep in some of the richest mud that I’d love to put on my garden, a snipe comes barreling straight at me, so to protect myself from bombardment I shoot him.
I try pulling the boat…that doesn’t work much. I try pushing the boat. That doesn’t work at all b/c I kept remembering the woman who fell face first and I didn’t want to slip and do the same thing. I get back in the boat and try dragging myself with the anchor…that is useless. In the end I’m able to wiggle the boat out with a loop tied into the anchor line and then a loop tied onto each grass rail and I wiggle and walk it side to side and forward…pick up my snipe and off I go to get back to the water. There won’t be walking in that stuff for me.
So, instead I ride around, see the lake, take some pictures, watch the ducks and enjoy the rest of the opening day of snipe season. It was at least a gorgeous day to be muddy.
Some ringnecks from a long way off...but sure is nice to see them
And the OH SO CUTE ruddy ducks...
a Great Blue from my fishing trip the day before
The end of another great day...
I sure do love fall
Dani
As I sat there reminding myself what a most genius move that was on my part, looking at the mud, remembering about the woman who this past summer fell face first in some mud and couldn’t get back up and ended up drowning I realized I would have to get OUT into the stuff. After testing the mud depth with the oar and determining that this isn’t the “sticky” mud I’m used to from the salt marsh, I find it won’t be over my head, though it is deep, and I’ll be able to move around in it. While I’m standing there, waist deep in some of the richest mud that I’d love to put on my garden, a snipe comes barreling straight at me, so to protect myself from bombardment I shoot him.
I try pulling the boat…that doesn’t work much. I try pushing the boat. That doesn’t work at all b/c I kept remembering the woman who fell face first and I didn’t want to slip and do the same thing. I get back in the boat and try dragging myself with the anchor…that is useless. In the end I’m able to wiggle the boat out with a loop tied into the anchor line and then a loop tied onto each grass rail and I wiggle and walk it side to side and forward…pick up my snipe and off I go to get back to the water. There won’t be walking in that stuff for me.
So, instead I ride around, see the lake, take some pictures, watch the ducks and enjoy the rest of the opening day of snipe season. It was at least a gorgeous day to be muddy.


Some ringnecks from a long way off...but sure is nice to see them

And the OH SO CUTE ruddy ducks...

a Great Blue from my fishing trip the day before

The end of another great day...
I sure do love fall
Dani