Well, last Monday was opening day of duck hunting season in Massachusetts. I have never hunted for ducks before, but a friend invited Chaz and I out for opening day. What a great time. We hit the road at about 4:50 AM, in order to make it out the place before sunrise. If you have ever had occasion to be out in the woods or on a small pond in the very early hours of the day, you will know what I mean when I say that it is an amazing place to be. The views and cool air alone make it worth the trip.
Once dawn broke, the ducks and geese started flying in. Now, I do a fair amount of shooting, but not at flying birds. Once they start flying in, they come in FAST! You only have a few seconds to confirm that it is not something you will go to jail for shooting, line up and take the shot. I fired a lot of shells. I missed. Every one. Score:
Al - 0 Ducks/geese - something like 25
Once things slowed down a bit, Chaz and Brandt paddled off in search of more ducks. The dog had a ball. This sort of thing went on all day. What fun. Later in the afternoon, we dropped Chaz off to hike into the woods, shotgun in hand, to take up a spot along the Nashua river. Brandt, the dog and I drove a mile or so down stream and started stalking upstream towards Chaz. Some way up river, Brandt put up a 2 ducks and hit one of them. The dog went nuts, jumped into the water and brought it back. Thirty seconds later, we heard two shots from upriver. A while later, the dog went wild and headed for the river. We looked over and spoted a dead duck floating downstream. After the dog retieved it, Chaz got to admire the fine wood duck he got. Not bad for his first time out!
When all was said and done, we ended the day with Duck, Duck, Goose.
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