It was a pretty thick fog as we left the boat ramp on the Washington side of the Columbia River. GW had to use his Garmin GPS to run due south and a little east to reach our destination island that has a hidden rock formation on the north western side. We found the opposite shore and motored West for a couple minutes to find our island. We quickly set up our rig and settled onto the natural sage brush blind at the very western edge of the island. After about a dozen ducks made their way into our bag, things settled down, the fog lifted and the sun came out. Like all hunters will, we relaxed a bit and started talking.
Now some guys are really good and some guys are just plain lucky. My friend GW is probably the best hunter I know. This year GW was just plain lucky. Out of now where a single hen mallard makes her way into our decoy spread on the north west side. GW takes a single shot that brings her down. Ubu makes a nice retrieve. Paul says not so casually, "it has a band . . no it has TWO BANDS!" As GW jumps up and down like a school girl after being asked to her first dance, he notices that one of the bands has a little green on it and reveals a $100 reward. And my yearly trip to hunt birds in Eastern Washington with my buddies begins with a bang and a dance.
You bet I am jealous!
Happy Hunting
Jason
Hi Emery and Jason, Nice job on the web site! It brings into focus the fact that behind the true American art form of the game call are real people with talent, humor, and a love of life. Game calls have a life of their own. We are caretakers until the next generation comes along. The subliminal message in the "mud" story is that these hand made objects, regardless of age or condition, must be treated with respect. If a little humor is interjected that's OK too. Sincerely, Carl
Posted by: Carl Restivo | January 26, 2005 at 07:55 AM