Guys,
Marsh hen (clapper rail) season opened today in South Carolina. We had high hopes with a high tide forecast for 9.5 feet where we would hunt. I used my “new” 13’ Grumman canoe. Friend Ted used a kayak.
The hunt focuses on 90 minutes before high tide and 90 minutes after high tide. We were hunting a new area, protected from forecast 15-20 mph winds. For the first 30 minutes we flushed nothing. I wondered if it would simply be a good day to paddle.
Then we found them or perhaps the tide rose high enough to expose these shy critters. Over the next 90 minutes we flushed 40-50 birds. Singles mostly, sometimes a pair, once a group of five that flushed like a covey of quail, each bird in a different direction. We honored their intelligent departure by missing cleanly.
There is something very wild about the salt marsh and the ack-ack-ack cackle of the marsh hens. You can hear the quack of a mallard across the country. But you don’t hear the call of the secretive marsh hen anywhere but out in the salt marsh. When the tide was about to turn the birds of this marsh had been to choir rehearsal: the whole marsh came alive with a LOUD unified cackle announcing the changing of the tide. Friend Ted and I just stopped and marveled at the volume of the sound.
We ended up with 15 birds between us. I won’t say how many shells. But we did notice that when the birds got up with the wind they found a speed that surprised us.
This kind of hunting provides a great cardio workout through the paddling, often through cover that acts as a natural resistance. End result: tired hunter in the evening!
Pics below.
Larry
Standing near my canoe (not sure why this pic came in upside down and the others did not)
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View of the marsh
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Close up
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A fine day's bag
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Marsh hen (clapper rail) season opened today in South Carolina. We had high hopes with a high tide forecast for 9.5 feet where we would hunt. I used my “new” 13’ Grumman canoe. Friend Ted used a kayak.
The hunt focuses on 90 minutes before high tide and 90 minutes after high tide. We were hunting a new area, protected from forecast 15-20 mph winds. For the first 30 minutes we flushed nothing. I wondered if it would simply be a good day to paddle.
Then we found them or perhaps the tide rose high enough to expose these shy critters. Over the next 90 minutes we flushed 40-50 birds. Singles mostly, sometimes a pair, once a group of five that flushed like a covey of quail, each bird in a different direction. We honored their intelligent departure by missing cleanly.
There is something very wild about the salt marsh and the ack-ack-ack cackle of the marsh hens. You can hear the quack of a mallard across the country. But you don’t hear the call of the secretive marsh hen anywhere but out in the salt marsh. When the tide was about to turn the birds of this marsh had been to choir rehearsal: the whole marsh came alive with a LOUD unified cackle announcing the changing of the tide. Friend Ted and I just stopped and marveled at the volume of the sound.
We ended up with 15 birds between us. I won’t say how many shells. But we did notice that when the birds got up with the wind they found a speed that surprised us.
This kind of hunting provides a great cardio workout through the paddling, often through cover that acts as a natural resistance. End result: tired hunter in the evening!
Pics below.
Larry
Standing near my canoe (not sure why this pic came in upside down and the others did not)
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View of the marsh
View attachment IMG_1466.JPG
Close up
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A fine day's bag
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