Duck,duck, goose. Many years ago I was hunting outside the flooded impoundment area near Deale Island MD, in a john boat with a blind on it. About ten minutes after first light my buddy shot a mallard incomer which crashed into the side of the blind and nearly took my head off. An hour later I shot a teal that was buzzing the reed line at about 800 mph and it impacted the blind and hit my buddy in the upper back. When we hunted the same area about a month later we shot three geese that were passing directly over our blind at very low altitude. The first landed about ten yards in front of the decoys and the second landed right in the blind while the third landed about twenty yards past us in the marsh.
At that point Jack and I both agreed this game was getting to dangerous and declared a cease fire in dropping birds into the blind. Incoming ducks were funny in hind sight but incoming geese are scary as heck. I miss Jack and that old John boat with the blind. I can buy another John boat but not another hunting partner like Jack.
I love these old stories and to find out that not only am I not the only one but that others may have done better or worse things while having fun.
