I don't know why I try to give the impression I'm a duck hunter. My most embarrassing moments in hunting have happened while duck hunting. My early ancestors must have been of an aquatic nature because every time I get near water I devise a way to fall in or step into it. Part of the problem is duck hunting involves large strong dogs. Take a pup you are training. If he is green upland dog he will bump birds. He'll get over it. But a retriever if they are green they can blow through the blind before the ducks are in range destroying what I spent two hours in the dark building and scatter the assorted crap we duck hunters accumulate into the water. Pretty much ruining the hunt. Dog farts, I never notice them farting around the house, but in a duck blind they can make your eyes water. I'm sitting in a duck blind, cold, wet, muddy and the the dog starts farting. I can't help but ask myself "Why am I here" I've had a dog yank me off a dike and I fell 20 ft. Fortunately I was young then and only bruised my ego. That fall would kill me now. And why do I always need to take a dump at dawn when the shooting can start and the ducks are coming in, the blind is built and I'm all trust up in my waders. Then I've been so cold my fingers stuck to the gun.
I got so pissed I swore never to hunt another duck and sold my SBE. I instantly regretted that and regret it to this day.
Wood Ducks they are so pretty, but tasty. I spot a pair of wood ducks on a pond. I always carry a duck cannon with me so I shoot the male and cook him. Then I keep noticing the hen staying on the pond waiting for the male to return. It turns out these Wood Ducks were the rancher's wife's pets. I felt like a complete heel and haven't been able to shoot a Wood Duck since.
Ducks are better off if I'm not out aggravating them.
Last edited by pooch; 01/23/17 12:36 PM.
