Hunting buddy lost his keys.
After searching for 30 minutes he sent me on to the marsh and said he'd catch up to me there.
He did --- as I sat in the marsh cursing vehemently about the motor on the boat that wouldn't start.
Getting light.
He starts towing me out BY PADDLE IN HIS CANOE!!!!!. Get motor started.
Tow HIM to setup area.
Find that the last fella I took out hunting didn't "realize" that cords should be wrapped around the decoys before they were put in the bag.
MUCH more cursing.
Fiddle with tangles as birds swarm the area.
All set up and camoflaged with birds decoying.
Friend's gun is jammed
-- Completely jammed with vital parts bent (apparently he'd been hunting grouse on sand dunes last week and forgot to bother cleaning it or checking to see if it still cycled) -fortunately it was just a Remington 870 and better used as an anchor anyway.
SO! We take turns shooting. Trading off my gun after two misses or one kill.
Even the dog was disgusted and for some reason refused to retrieve the last bird of the day.
Still scratched out a two man duck limit.
Took a big chunk out my shin when I dropped the motor loading the truck back up though.
4 geese, one canvasback, one spoonie, one greenwing, two bluewings, two gaddies, 9 mallards. One of the most mentally frustrating hunts of my life despite the success. And YES the neighbors "love" me.
After searching for 30 minutes he sent me on to the marsh and said he'd catch up to me there.
He did --- as I sat in the marsh cursing vehemently about the motor on the boat that wouldn't start.
Getting light.
He starts towing me out BY PADDLE IN HIS CANOE!!!!!. Get motor started.
Tow HIM to setup area.
Find that the last fella I took out hunting didn't "realize" that cords should be wrapped around the decoys before they were put in the bag
. MUCH more cursing.
Fiddle with tangles as birds swarm the area.
All set up and camoflaged with birds decoying.
Friend's gun is jammed
-- Completely jammed with vital parts bent (apparently he'd been hunting grouse on sand dunes last week and forgot to bother cleaning it or checking to see if it still cycled) -fortunately it was just a Remington 870 and better used as an anchor anyway.
SO! We take turns shooting. Trading off my gun after two misses or one kill.
Even the dog was disgusted and for some reason refused to retrieve the last bird of the day.
Still scratched out a two man duck limit.
Took a big chunk out my shin when I dropped the motor loading the truck back up though.
4 geese, one canvasback, one spoonie, one greenwing, two bluewings, two gaddies, 9 mallards. One of the most mentally frustrating hunts of my life despite the success. And YES the neighbors "love" me.
