Memorable Events

I've had the good fortune to hunt in a variety of locations, and shoot many species of waterfowl.  It has all been wonderful, and I am enormously grateful to have had these opportunities.

Canada, Snow, Blue, Ross', and Whitefront geese in the grain fields of Saskatchewan.

Eider from the granite ledges along the coast of Maine in -44 degree weather.

Mallards on Reelfoot Lake in a snow storm.

Brant on the marshes of Barnegat Bay.

Oldsquaw on the Chesapeake Bay in Gale force winds.

Scoter from a layout boat in the open water of the Pamlico Sound.

Magellan, Ashy Head, and Ruddy Headed Geese in the sunflower fields in Tres Arroyos, Argentina.

Redheads and Pintails from Curtain Blinds at Cape Hatteras.

Big January Red-Legged Blacks Ducks on the Ohio River.

September Blue Wing Teal in the cattail marshes of Indian Lake.

Limits of Ringnecks on the rice filled lakes of Minnesota.

Canada Geese in the cornfields outside Centreville, Maryland.

Black Ducks on the Housatonic River in Connecticut.

Wood Ducks on small, hidden beaver ponds in North Carolina.

Last but not least in the memorable events of my hunting trips was just a simple pass on Bluebills.  My son Kevin, my Labrador Cain, and I were in our old stake blind at Rhodes Point, on the New River.  Six dozen Restle and Herters decoys strung out in a fish hook pattern 30 yards from the blind.  20 minutes before quitting time, a flock of about 5000 Bluebills came flying down the river.  They turned, flew right at us, and LANDED in our decoys.  The sun was setting over my right shoulder, shining brightly on the birds.  The roar of the wind in their wings was deafening, as they banked sharply into the decoys.  Kevin and I did our work.  Cain did his work.  Everybody lived happily ever after, except the last four Bluebills to arrive, who went on to achieve greatness on the grill, drenched in Sweet Baby Rays BBQ sauce.