Headed back out for my 3rd trip of the season. Man, things changed from opening weekend!
The previous couple of days we had a neap tide and a east to south east wind. This resulted in my opening day spot and another spot I found being too deep to hunt. Hunted a backup blind for an hour or so with only one ruddy to show for it. Water was getting deep, so I picked up and started scouting. Found some big flocks of birds rafted up in open water 5-6' deep but very little anywhere else. Where they had been piles of bluebills and buffies last week, there were one or two, maybe.
I finally headed to a spot this is normally un-huntable during regular winter water levels but should be good as the tide continued to come in flooding the eelgrass beds.
Set up again and watched empty skies. Did hear some shooting east of me, need to check those spots next time I get out.
Had a big flock of coots feed into shooting range. A pot of coot gumbo in the slow cooker this weekend sounded good, so I changed out my #3 for #6 steel game loads and let'em have it. 3 shots, 7 coots floating feet up. Nope, not the most "sporting" way to get a pot of gumbo, but it works.
My little girl helped me clean them, she opened bills, poked eyes, checked out the funny feet, pulled feathers until she had a baggie full and insisted we cut one open to check out the innards. At 7 years old, she takes ballet, plays with barbies and is as girly as can be at times, the rest of the time she's hand's deep in fins, scales, feathers and fur. Gotta love it!
The days bag, some big bull drakes in this group, don't you know.
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Here is what I refer to as my brown furry handwarmer. She will play fetch with dead birds in the backyard for hours but is not thrilled with the idea of jumping into cold water. Oh well, she's still fun to have in the boat with me.
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The previous couple of days we had a neap tide and a east to south east wind. This resulted in my opening day spot and another spot I found being too deep to hunt. Hunted a backup blind for an hour or so with only one ruddy to show for it. Water was getting deep, so I picked up and started scouting. Found some big flocks of birds rafted up in open water 5-6' deep but very little anywhere else. Where they had been piles of bluebills and buffies last week, there were one or two, maybe.
I finally headed to a spot this is normally un-huntable during regular winter water levels but should be good as the tide continued to come in flooding the eelgrass beds.
Set up again and watched empty skies. Did hear some shooting east of me, need to check those spots next time I get out.
Had a big flock of coots feed into shooting range. A pot of coot gumbo in the slow cooker this weekend sounded good, so I changed out my #3 for #6 steel game loads and let'em have it. 3 shots, 7 coots floating feet up. Nope, not the most "sporting" way to get a pot of gumbo, but it works.
My little girl helped me clean them, she opened bills, poked eyes, checked out the funny feet, pulled feathers until she had a baggie full and insisted we cut one open to check out the innards. At 7 years old, she takes ballet, plays with barbies and is as girly as can be at times, the rest of the time she's hand's deep in fins, scales, feathers and fur. Gotta love it!
The days bag, some big bull drakes in this group, don't you know.
View attachment Coots12-11113.jpg
Here is what I refer to as my brown furry handwarmer. She will play fetch with dead birds in the backyard for hours but is not thrilled with the idea of jumping into cold water. Oh well, she's still fun to have in the boat with me.
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