Founders Tour: Day 3.

East shoreline of Killarney

So on day three of the Founders Tour we decided to take the boat out to Killarney and shoot all the ducks in the entire area.  Something I have not mentioned about the boat yet, it scares me.  Motoring about in the light of day in the summertime when the water is nice and warm is one thing, quite another when it’s pitch black dark and you have on 5 layers of clothes.  Oh, and just listen to the horror stories about your waders filling with water and dragging you down then go out at 4:30 am and try to see where you’re going with a flashlight and a large person sitting 2 feet in front of you.  Let’s not forget the boat is loaded with 400lbs of hunters and 100+lbs of gear too and then consider the little motor bouncing off the mud and logs on the bottom of the lake now that the water is down.  No big deal you say? come on out and try it, Nancy. So, of course, off we went.

Cleaning the prop with mud

After a nice ride of terror I was able to land us right back at the exact spot Clider and I hunted the week before.  We didn’t see much that day but no other guns were going off around the lake either so we hoped today would be different.  It was.  We had good flying in the early part of the morning and the decoys looked good.  I don’t remember the exact sequence of events but I can tell you we missed some shots before the greenie came flying up.  I dispatched him with a round of Black Cloud Close Range.  Turns out he was, in fact, too close for that particular shell as I basically removed his rear section with the shot.  He fell from the sky and almost hit Fred G. on his way to landing mere feet from us.  If only I had reacted 1 second sooner it may have been one for the ages, oh well.  Not long after Fred G also shot a greenie who immediately dove underwater and disappeared never to be seen again.

After a while we pulled up and motored over to the other side of the lake where Clider and I had seen all the ducks the previous week.  On the way we hit a big rock or log which smashed the motor out of the water and scared the shit out of me….again.  We set up on the bank for a short time but the ducks were elsewhere that day so we pulled it and headed for some tasty beverages and more ducey.  It was planned that the next day (Thurs) we would chill and do some cooking of the many ducks we had.  The World’s Best Duck Chilli was on it’s way and we prepared by drinking a lot of wikki.  I think this was to be the evening we argued over the state of the world and scared my Sweetie and the cat into not coming anywhere near us.  Remember, we are the Founders and we are pretty!