Along the same line, I can recall at least 4 times, maybe more, that not giving up on a difficult to find bird resulted in getting bands. Of all of those, the most incredible was my son crippling a drake mallard on the river. By the time he got to his boat, he'd lost sight of the duck. He beached the boat and started looking on land. For 30 minutes he searched and found nothing. Walking back to the boat, he noticed a few bubbles through a hole in an undercut bank. He plunged his hand and arm down the hole and came up with the duck, kinda like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. It was wearing a Jack Miner band.
I had shot a pair of geese on a farm pond out in the middle of a pasture, both were apparently dead with their necks stretched out on the water. Back in the layout blind, I noticed one of the geese not drifting along with the wind but moving in the opposite direction, it's neck still stretched out on the surface. Took me a few minutes to get up out of the blind, grab a few shells and walk around the 2 acre pond. On the other side, no sign of the goose. I looked high and low but nothing. This was out in a pasture with no place to hide. There was a fence 100 yards away with a few weeds growing but nothing there. About 200 yards further out was another pond with some willows growing around it. I walked over there and finally found it hiding in a tangle of willow branches, finished it off and discovered it was banded. From the banding site, it was banded in Saskatchewan.
Another goose chase was on the river late one afternoon on a dark, drizzly day. Just before quitting time, a wad of geese came down the river and we cut into them. Really couldn't see the birds fall as the background was a bluff wall, we counted splashes on the water. Before we could get to the boat, another wad came down the river and we cut into those as well, counting splashes. Gathering up our equipment, loading the boat took a few minutes. When we picked up the dead, we came up one short of the splashes we counted. By now, it's plum dark. Finally, we heard some scratching around and with the aid of a spot light saw the goose 100 feet up the bluff wall. It was a tough climb but I made it up to the goose and it was trying to hide underneath a log. I snatched it up and it was banded, this time in Iowa.
Ya just gotta keep lookin'.