Holy cow, what a bad day! I didn't think it was possible to have a horrible day duck hunting, but I definitely found out otherwise today! Casey picked me up at 3:30 this morning, with his buddy's 12 foot aluminum boat in the back of his truck. We were headed to "the peninsula" in the McNary Wildlife Refuge this morning. The plan was to take the boat to an island and secure a blind that neither one of us had ever hunted.
After getting the boat into the water, we went nowhere fast. The boat was dragging the bottom most of the way out of the cove and the trolling motor was not powerful enough to push us out. Finally, we freed ourselves up and moved at a snails pace. We finally arrive at what we thought was the blind we were looking for, so we pulled in. It had a nice blind to sit in. As we started throwing decoys out and setting our chairs up, we quickly realized we were in the handicap blind. We decided to just stay and leave if someone came in that needed the blind.
As the sun started to come up, they started. A group to our left started calling. They called all day long. They called at ducks that were close. They called at ducks that were miles away. They wore their calls out. Not only that, but they only knew one type of call; the hail call. Anyone that knows anything about duck hunting knows the hail call is the loudest and most annoying of all the calling methods. The only ducks they shot that day are the ones that snuck up on them from the treeline behind them and didn't give them a chance to call.
I don't really remember most details about my hunt that day, because I was so tired of listening to them. I went home with a headache. The one detail that I do recall is that I worked some geese into fairly close range. They flew off, though, because I didn't have any goose decoys to help me finish them with.
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