As you all may have saw in a previous post, I'm new to the SW region for any types of hunting. Since today was the first day for duck, I decided to give it a shot. I scouted heavily on Google maps and then while driving to spots. Came across this one area and decided to try. Saw nothing all morning other than geese. Decided to try out the other pond I saw near by and it is a good thing I did. When I was about 100 yards away I heard a wood duck squeal and knew it was about to be good. I peeked my head over the little hill I saw about 5 drakes and a couple hens. Got a little close and shot twice and got these two beauts. There was around 30 birds there in all, and I happened to get one special bird. It was banded in August in Ontario, Canada. Sure made my heart go crazy when I saw that silver shine through the water.
Outsiders call us sadists or masochists; sometimes both. Others, mostly ourselves, describe our activities in romantic, even heroic, terms. We take ourselves very seriously and tend to forget that much of duck and goose hunting is fun and sometimes ridiculous.
The perils of duck hunting are great, especially for the duck.