Well, you don't hear THAT everyday! I had the privelege yesterday to hunt with a friend and his grandfather who was 86 years old. They had spent a pretty useless opening day on another pond on their North Texas property. But they did see a lot of ducks working the north side of the property so we arrived to hunt the larger and rarely hunted northern lake.
We set up on a brisk but absolutely calm and clear morning that frankly had me doubting we would get a bird to work our set up. After all to take adavantage of the supposed north wind coming we had to set up with the sun in our face. We did not even have time to get the trucks moved before over 200 widgeon, teal, gadwall and mallards were grinding our pond. My buddy erik was returning with the last bit of brush for the blind and grandpa and I were left to watch in awe at the all the birds . . .oh and I had to keep a head lock on my dog Jack to keep him in the blind :)
After we got setted and took our shots at the main early flock we settled in to constant and regular flights of returning birds in spite of the "weak" hunting conditions. My Iverson was working like a charm and we got our birds. My dog Jack who is starting to look 86 had to navigate quick sand like mud to get in and out of the water. After about the 5th time in, I thought it was his last. But he was not NOT going to get the birds we dropped.
I cannot tell you how meaningful and great it was to hunt with my friend and his grandfather. This was a priceless morning.
happy hunting
Jason
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