Here is how my weekend unfolded. Jmmyers and myself went out on Saturday. We sat in a field for geese in the a.m. The previous week I had observed many flocks flying over this field. This past weekend? Nothing. Zip. Nada... Jimmy did thwack a nice sized crow though.
So, we drove to a public marsh in the early afternoon only to find it crowded as all get out. So we went to another public spot I know of that doesn't get as much attention. I knew where there was a wide spot in the creek where some beavers had made a dam. We got there only to find the beavers had made the dam taller, and the pond wider and going into the surrounding grass.
This first picture is taken from where we first set up. But, we had a few groups of woodies fly over our heads low enough for a shot but without enough warning we never even got our guns up. So we made a bit of adjustment to our decoys and moved across the creek and sat in the brush shown to the left in the first picture. The second picture shows our set from there. I botched a few shots on some woodies, and that's all the action we had there.
Sunday morning I went to Church. And by Church, I mean I have permission to hunt on property owned by a church which happens to have a swamp and a large creek running through it. Unfortunately, only I am allowed to hunt there, the priest won't let me brign friends, so I was flying solo. Here is a pic of the swamp from where I set up.
And this is a shot from where I was sitting. I was actually able to sit on a reed root ball, and since the mud was about up to my thighs, when I sat it was actually quite comfortable.
Right at first light I had 2 drake woodies come in and I "reduced them to my possession."
Then about an hour later, (I was hearing geese all morning) I had a flock of about 15 or 20 geese skirt the swamp and head the other way. A couple clucks and moans had em turning on a dime and circling the swamp. They cupped their wings behind me and flew into the swamp over my head. I readily plucked my limit from the sky with my first ever goose harvest, plus a double at that.
So, I gathered up my dekes and headed to the creek where I walked to a bend and just as I rounded the bend I jumped up my third and final Drake woodie, calling it a day.