Craig F
Well-known member
We all have hunts that are burned into our memory banks that keep the fire burning for decades to come.
I had one of those hunts this past week and had the great fortune to have my dad with me. All the time he put in when I was a scrawny 10 year old who would get upset when he would leave me home in the ice and snow comes full circle when I had him tag along for a 17 degree morning hunt. The cold weather locked up a lot of the small ponds and potholes and pushed the birds to the coast. We had just about every species of puddle duck work us over the morning and on our way to a two man limit we had a moment that will forever be burned into my memory.
Out of the sunshine a group of upward of 40 birds locked up and were dropping into the rig feet down, at first I thought they were gadwall but once they got closer my heart skipped a beat as they were all pintail. Pintail are pretty rare for us to shoot in my neck of the woods in NJ and my father hadn't shot one in years so to see a group that large feet down over the rig was truly a special moment. We each harvested a mature bull sprig and sat back to try to understand what we just witnessed.
I have been having a great puddle duck season, but it's all going to be downhill from that now.
I had one of those hunts this past week and had the great fortune to have my dad with me. All the time he put in when I was a scrawny 10 year old who would get upset when he would leave me home in the ice and snow comes full circle when I had him tag along for a 17 degree morning hunt. The cold weather locked up a lot of the small ponds and potholes and pushed the birds to the coast. We had just about every species of puddle duck work us over the morning and on our way to a two man limit we had a moment that will forever be burned into my memory.
Out of the sunshine a group of upward of 40 birds locked up and were dropping into the rig feet down, at first I thought they were gadwall but once they got closer my heart skipped a beat as they were all pintail. Pintail are pretty rare for us to shoot in my neck of the woods in NJ and my father hadn't shot one in years so to see a group that large feet down over the rig was truly a special moment. We each harvested a mature bull sprig and sat back to try to understand what we just witnessed.
I have been having a great puddle duck season, but it's all going to be downhill from that now.