2024 Waterfowl Season Thread...Here We Go!!

Had a great few mornings with a buddy visiting from Ontario and last morning his gf's son in law joined us for his first ever waterfowl hunt at 39 years of age. Needless to say he was hooked at the conclusion of the hunt. He couldn't wait to go again. They left right after the hunt and now have two buddies supposed to arrive this morning from northern Ontario for a few days of hunting. IMG_4980.jpegIMG_5003.jpegIMG_5029.jpeg
 
Dayyyyuuum...how's it I missed this one ??
Congrats all ! Awesome job on the quackers, honkers and cooers guys and girls !!

Love the old classic side by each Spank !! Thing of Beauty.
ps...That Maxus also looks great ! lol
 
Dayyyyuuum...how's it I missed this one ??
Congrats all ! Awesome job on the quackers, honkers and cooers guys and girls !!

Love the old classic side by each Spank !! Thing of Beauty.
ps...That Maxus also looks great ! lol
No honkers in that pile, none came to play. We had 32 ducks, mixed mallards & pintails, 24 specks(white fronted geese) and 19 snows(18 juvies and a banded adult).
 
Pacific Flyway Opener today for me. I decided to try the Beretta Silver Pigeon and it worked really well over decoys with IC/M choke combination. Only had to use the second barrel once with 4 ducks on 5 shots today using Federal #2, 3" magnums. 3 pintails and 1 mallard by afternoon's end. I honestly enjoyed the compact and nimble nature compared to my trusted 870 Wingmaster. Definitely wouldn't use it in the rain, but for sunny days, it was a treat.


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Only got out a couple times so far but took my daughter out on her first duck hunt a couple weeks back, which we managed to take a few woodies one of which is on its way to the taxidermist. View attachment 834023
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Went out for an hour this morning and picked up a mallard and a merg that came in disguised as a wood duck 🤣
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Great job Luke! It must be a different level now having kids old enough to tag along? Good on you!!
 
This morning's hunt was epic. The snows and specks pulled a no show except for two single snows which got taken out quick and a small group of 10-12 that made the mistake of circliing the outer edge of the spread about 25 yds out and 10 feet above ground out front of the kill hole which 6 stayed behind from.
But the ducks? OMG THE DUCKS!!
Mallards and Pintails poured in by the hundreds at times for 2 hours straight.
We tried to form a gentlemans agreement Greenheads only, first to shoot brown buys breakfast. My buddy Jeff(visiting from ontario along with his son) blurted out "I have no problem with that breakfast is on me!" and sure enough first flock in he shoots a hen!
Well that cost him! A pit stop at the grocery store and two loaves of bread, a pound of butter, 2lbs of bacon and a 30 pack of eggs at the local Hutterite Colony on Jeff's dime on the way home and soon enough he was in the kitchen cooking and HAD to do the dishes. We did not let him off easy!
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Had a great time yesterday morning with my son and grandsons. Connected on ducks only, and was very pleased to see some greenwing teal. I shot 4 of them, they are my favorite to eat! All were plucked and will go into the roaster this evening.
 

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Quite often less is more and thursday's final hunt with my buddies visiting from NE Ontario was proof of that.
It ended up being one of those 1 in 100 days when it all comes together and the heavens and stars align for a Snow Goose hunter. A good hide, the winds we wish for, sun on our backs, the ability to get on the birds flight line from the roost to the field they are feeding in, the birds liking what they see in front of them, working into good shooting range and some good shooting on the part of the hunters resluting in what I can only describe as EPIC!
At my subtle yet persistent insistence and after running spreads of 15-25 dozen decoys for most of our outings with limited results and birds being chased morning and afternoons day in and day out by outfitters putting out spreads of up to 1000+ decoys, having their clients skybusting at distances of 100 yards and more with large groups of up to 15 guns creating high flying stale birds the guys finally agreed to try my tiny spreads I prefer to run when the birds are pressured.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result so we were well overdue to switch tactics and hopefully achieve a better result!
As the Ontario boys set up the blinds and gear Ben and I (local buddy) set out a tiny spread of no more than 24-25 Big Al Silos along with 4 White Rock fliers & two lucky ducks. We placed the decoys in three separate lines( Ben's idea instead of the two I was going to run with) with each line made up of small spaced out family groups of 4-6 decoys with lines spaced about 7-8 yards or so apart and a starting point 15 yards distant out from the fenceline with the head of the flock, about a dozen decoys along with the 4 fliers set to look like they were trying to land at the head of the flock 50 yards upwind of the blind and the longest tail end, he middle line ending 30-32 yds upwind and the shortest tail on the farthest outside line about 45 yds upwind and 32 yards distance from the fenceline.
By setting the three lines in this way it created two runways to the head of the small flock the birds would hopefully line up on, instead of just one and with the spread 32-50+ yards upwind of our blinds position it would hopefully place the birds in front of us at good shootable range as they slid past our position into the decoys upwind.
The Ontario boys went about setting up one of my A- frame style blinds along with a solo blind overlapping one end to accommodate the four hunters and two dogs comfortably. Besides the grass the blinds were already stubbled with the boys added a few handfuls of leafy willow branches they had cut along a treeline at the back of the field with a cordless hedge trimmer turning the blind(s) into what resembled some of the other brush clumps growing along the fenceline in the long grass.
Well it all combined to work like a charm and flock after flock worked the wind beautifully lining themselves up sliding into the runways focused on the fliers which were dancing and darting like hopping Snows in the 20-25 mph west winds paralleling the fence line the boys had set the blinds in.
At times we could barely load our guns fast enough and the empty hulls began piling up as did the geese. After a couple small family groups of Specks were taken out the first flock of Snows piled in like Kamikazes right on the Specks tails dipping and darting and with the call to take them four guns fired almost in unison and the entire front of the flock barely 25 yards distant folded as a whole. All four of us said afterward through laughter the flock disappeared from our line of sight and we were all searching frantically to find a second bird to shoot at which we did, and a third as well as the entire flock of a dozen lead birds got taken out hitting the ground one after the other.
Flocks poured in one behind the other, some pushing out a bit far, others a bit too high and others willing to commit suicide. At the first break in the action we scrambled from the blind(s) to get all the dead birds lying in a 360 degree circle around us picked up fast as my two buddies from Ontario sent their dogs on a couple wounded birds 150-200 yds away.
Early on either myself or my buddy Jeff seated next to me folded a bird in a flurry of 5 killed on our end with one coming down hitting the barbed wire fence separating the two farm fields we were set up on, tearing a wing off completely at the root, bird laying dead in the long grass and it's wing stuck to the wire of the fence blowing around in the wind. What a sight to see and what are the odds of such happening?!
When the last of the mornings' flights had finally ceased we laid our birds out for a picture after a good sweep of the field with the two dogs and collected two wounded birds we had seen go down and marked earlier as well as two we had not.
The hunt marked the end of 10 straight days of hunting with my visiting buddies, a father & son team from NE Ontario and an occasional fourth in the form of my local buddy who would join us when possible on the drive home from working night shift and jump into the blind with us to partake in some hunting.
We collected 85 geese, 72 Snows and 13 Specks on the Ontario boys final hunt. The boys packed their truck last night and are headed back to Ontario this morning stopping in NW Ontario for another 7-10 days hoping to fill some of the moose and deer tags their group has available to them before continuing the rest of their journey home but they are already planning their return for next season and even looking for property to put a mobile home on or purchase a small home to have as a hunting base here to spend the fall as retirement approaches.
All in all it was a tiring and at times hectic pace between scouting, hunting, cleaning birds and house, cooking, locating landowners during their busiest time of year etc. but overall it was a fantastic week and a half of hunting!
As a final note the boys reminded me we finished up their last and first visit in 2022 with a Snow hunt with an identical setup collecting 66 Snows. They said "now we have a new record to break next visit".
You can be assured we will try!
Ok stay posted. From here on out I'm going at the rest of the season focused primarily on Greenheads with my old classic SxS's!!IMG_5246.jpeg
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Finally got the opportunity to get together for a hunt with my buddy and fellow CGN'r Waldo54 .
After relocating this past year and living 2 1/2 hours apart and Ed being gone most of September and early October chasing moose & elk we were at odds trying to get together.
We made plans to get together finally and Tuesday afternoon Ed arrived for a couple days of hunting.
A bit of scouting that evening with a few wild goose chases covering dozens of miles of backroads and we eventually located and received permission to hunt a feed of dark geese, a few ducks and a few snows on a field a mile and a half from my door! Go figure?!
An hour before legal shooting time found us setting a few dozen decoys in the field and two grassed solo blinds in the long grass along the edge of a frozen over dugout birds had been feeding near.
We had a fantastic first morning and both of us could have shot a whole lot better but some days you're on and some days you're not.
Must have been the trapshooting gremlins that got to this old pair of competing trapshooting waterfowlers!
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Day two we had located another feed the evening before this time less than a mile from my door as the crow flies and once again secured permission to hunt the field.
Once again an hour before shooting time found us setting our blinds and decoys, this time on a small outcropping of long grass, weeds and short brush in a corner separating a combined barley field from a combined canola field.
Ed headed home after we returned to the house for lunch following a great morning in the field. We had several large flocks of ducks work us unexpectedly and except for one pair of big western giant honkers that decoyed beautifully into the centre of the kill hole 25 yards distant and a four pack of honkers that decoyed nicely albeit on the outside edge of the kill hole at max range, 40 yards distance.
The remainder of the geese were a no show and very few lifted from the roost a mile to the south that we could see from our vantage point 1 1/4- 1 1/2 miles north of the roost. A quick scout tonight revealed the birds were still in the area but had switched to a pea field 3 miles SW of our position.
Overall it was a great couple of days tucked into the pair of blinds out of the wind and watching the rest of the world go about it's business against a beautiful backdrop of mixed clouds and sunny skies with golden fields and flights of geese and ducks trading back and forth across the skies from water to field and back with several flocks swinging over or working in like the pictures you see paintings of in old Field & Stream magazines, wings cupped over the decoys often with a little coaxing from the Strait Meat Honker, I5KLR or C&S single reed duck calls I prefer.
Today we sat silently for the most part watching all before us and both of us confided to one another later that morning how truly good it was just to be alive and healthy enough to enjoy partaking in this annual ritual on such a beautiful, windy, cold fall day with a good friend. I hope we both get many more of these days to share together!

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Well this morning was a first for me. First time hunting with the Ithaca NID4E I acquired and had Chris Dawe do a bit of work on two years ago.
To say I was impressed would be an understatement. This gun is so beautifuily balanced and sweet pointing it feels like you just can't miss and talk about soft shooting! The 3 1/4 dram 1 1/8oz loads felt like I was shooting a 20ga target load! SWEET!
Though the birds were more interested in going to a mass of white geese that set in on the next quarter my buddy Ben and I managed three nice greenheads from the few flocks that worked into the decoys and with both of us shooting our favorite traditional old firesticks.
Ben's first choice is his 1913 Fox Sterlingworth "pin gun" and for me my 1927 Ithaca NID4E. Todays hunt with limited action using the NID was like handing a person dying of thirst a damp sponge!
I am in dire need of having my SxS shooting thirst quenched now and I only have four days left of my season before starting on a pipeline job in GP so I need to get scouting!
I'll keep you posted!
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What is not to love about this time of year? Temps start dropping. You can feel the bite of the wind on your face. Birds start moving with purpose, they know it's time to head south and veteran, aka old grey haired waterfowlers such as myself look forward to these final days before freeze up brings the season to an end long before a calendar date.

It's now that I enjoy hunting ducks most. I've had my fill of geese by this time, there is plenty in the freezer to get us through another winter and now it's greenhead time.

Watching those big shiny greenheads withbright orange legs backpedal or dive headlong into the decoy spread is an adrenaline rush.

Waterfowling with the guns I grew up reading about as a kid, wishing I could afford one while daydreaming of hunts to come and how with a gun like that surely you never miss a shot and now in my later years able to attain a couple waterfowling guns of legend makes the whole deal seem surreal.

The game changed long ago for me from feeling succes meant shooting limits to success is in creating moments. Moments that will hopefully remain with me until my last breath.

Today, hunting solo taking everything in around me in total solitude, from geese and ducks passing overhead on their way to some destination known only to them to listening to a downy woodpecker singing his song to me from his stage, a large tree in the grown over fenceline to my rear is as perfect a moment as one can wish for.

Opening my thermos to sip a not so hot any longer french vanilla coffee, in my peripheral vision I see a streak of movement above the decoys.

A quick glance reveals the shape of a duck scooting by low over the decoys at breakneck speed. Putting my thermos down, eyes on the duck my focus now see's it is a drake mallard, a nice plump greenhead shooting out past the head of my meager decoy spread and my right hand automatically reaches for the gun in the blind while with my left I pick up the walnut C&S single reed duck call hanging at the end of the lanyard and bring it to my lips uttering a fast duk-a duk- duk-a feeding chuckle and the bird cartwheels around 180 degrees and comes into the decoys into the wind wings cupped, legs outstretched.

And suddenly it is upon me quick, no more than 20 yards distant and I rise up from my stool quickly bringing my favorite fowling piece to my shoulder. I swing the muzzle through the duck pulling ahead and when I see what I think is the right amount of daylight between the bead and the beak I slap the trigger.

The peace and solitude of the morning with the sound of wings slicing air is suddenly shattered by the loud pop of my gun firing.

The bird folds instantly when the 1 oz load of #4 bismuth intercepts it's flight path and it falls to the ground dead on the edge of the decoy spread.

I stare at it laying motionless in the newly plowed pea field for a moment then unload and set my gun down and retrieve the bird.

I sit with it on my lap in the blind admiring the colours of it's plumage, it's a young bird, this years hatch as indicated by the telltale notched tail feathers.
I wonder where it was born and how far it has travelled only to have it's migration cut short.
And now it will feed us a great meal.

In all of this I have achieved success, not in the killing or taking of game but in the making of memories, moments not to be soon forgotten.

The taking of game is a bonus and not an under appreciated bonus at that. This is the second and final bird I will take on this day. It has been a grand morning. Now it is time to head home, clean my birds and god willing be able to participate in this great annual adventure again tomorrow and make more moments to remember.


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