MadCoPublic
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- Dec 5, 2016
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I've never been a duck hunter. Throughout the years, I've been a few times with friends with limited success. While I enjoyed the camaraderie, the lack of ducks and cheap leaky waders limited my enjoyment of the sport. This past deer season, I spent many a morning and evening watching dozens upon dozens of wood ducks fly overhead and often land in nearby creeks and sloughs. I made the decision that I was going to hunt them after the deer season. Today, I made good on that thought and went to a local area after getting off work at 3. By the time I got to my spot and set up it would give me about 45 minutes of shooting time. When I got to the shallow slough that I had in mind, there were already a dozen or so wood ducks swimming. I approached as quietly as I could, hoping to get close enough to jump them off of the water and have a shot, but that didn't happen. They flushed as I was about 40 yards away. So I made it over to the hole they had been on and stood beside an oak tree on the bank above the water. It wasn't long before woodies began landing in the slough at the upper end, 75 yards or so from me. I loved hearing and watching them come in. As I was deep in thought, a flight came in and began to land in the hole right in front of me. I raised my 870 and fired at one as they "put on the brakes". Dead duck! I hardly had time to get excited before another group flew by 6 feet off of the water and I fired again. Duck #2. Again, no time to get excited before another group begins to land in the water and I pick a late landing one out and fire. Wow! A limit of woodies! My first and hopefully not my last.
While I know it's not decoying and calling mallards and other big ducks, that limit was as much fun as I've had hunting in a long time.
While I know it's not decoying and calling mallards and other big ducks, that limit was as much fun as I've had hunting in a long time.