Remember the days when we always say "get a license and we'd be happy to take you hunting with us"? Well for a couple of years now Alex has been inquiring about the H7HT and their ways. Well you see Alex is already an outdoor enthusiast. He is an avid upland game hunter, waterfowl hunter and fisherman, which means he already has everything he needs. We get our schedules straight and Cliffy and I take Alex out to the best hunting spot there is to put him on some ducks. We meet him at the gate at 6 a.m. to begin our adventure. Low and behold there are already two trucks there before us. No problem we think, plenty of room out there for all of us to hunt. It's a chilly 26 degrees with a stiffy in the fay walk out. We make it to the point where we are greeted by another hunter who informs us that there are 3 more parties around the corner. We head back and find a grand spot to build a blind for 3 people and a dog. Alex and Cliffy throw the blocks out and I construct the blind of the year. With a strong east wind the guys throw out a backwards "C" for the many ducks to land in. Morning rolls by and I'm dropping lore on the new guy. "Used to be like this, the water was never this high, Mitch, blah blah blah." A score of birds flew by a couple times even wanting us, but like I said the lore was rolling and nobody was paying no tension to what we were there for. We get smart and focus on what is before us. Sure enough a green head bastard flies through our spread, turns back into the wind and lands in our spread with his gear down. Alex says with his full choke that he could take him if somebody would boogly whoo him. I did my best and he jumped, Alex put 3 inches of very cold steel into him, but not enough. Alex jumps out of the blind like a champ and is in the water not wanting an NR. He puts 4 more shots over his head as the bastard is getting away. Soon Alex was at wader limit and the pursue was over. Green head bastard one, Alex minus one. The cold got to us and after a few warm up walks we decide to call it. We pack up and head back. Surprising enough Alex said that he'd like to join us again, couldn't be for the amount of ducks, must have been the great stories. Oh yeah since Cliffy isn't going to tell you how he put his jacket on Waylon because he though he was cold, and then Waylon decided to retrieve a block wearing his jacket, soaking it, I will. Good Dog.
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| Blind of the Year |
Remember the days when we always say "get a license and we'd be happy to take you hunting with us"? Well for a couple of years now Alex has been inquiring about the H7HT and their ways. Well you see Alex is already an outdoor enthusiast. He is an avid upland game hunter, waterfowl hunter and fisherman, which means he already has everything he needs. We get our schedules straight and Cliffy and I take Alex out to the best hunting spot there is to put him on some ducks. We meet him at the gate at 6 a.m. to begin our adventure. Low and behold there are already two trucks there before us. No problem we think, plenty of room out there for all of us to hunt. It's a chilly 26 degrees with a stiffy in the fay walk out. We make it to the point where we are greeted by another hunter who informs us that there are 3 more parties around the corner. We head back and find a grand spot to build a blind for 3 people and a dog. Alex and Cliffy throw the blocks out and I construct the blind of the year. With a strong east wind the guys throw out a backwards "C" for the many ducks to land in. Morning rolls by and I'm dropping lore on the new guy. "Used to be like this, the water was never this high, Mitch, blah blah blah." A score of birds flew by a couple times even wanting us, but like I said the lore was rolling and nobody was paying no tension to what we were there for. We get smart and focus on what is before us. Sure enough a green head bastard flies through our spread, turns back into the wind and lands in our spread with his gear down. Alex says with his full choke that he could take him if somebody would boogly whoo him. I did my best and he jumped, Alex put 3 inches of very cold steel into him, but not enough. Alex jumps out of the blind like a champ and is in the water not wanting an NR. He puts 4 more shots over his head as the bastard is getting away. Soon Alex was at wader limit and the pursue was over. Green head bastard one, Alex minus one. The cold got to us and after a few warm up walks we decide to call it. We pack up and head back. Surprising enough Alex said that he'd like to join us again, couldn't be for the amount of ducks, must have been the great stories. Oh yeah since Cliffy isn't going to tell you how he put his jacket on Waylon because he though he was cold, and then Waylon decided to retrieve a block wearing his jacket, soaking it, I will. Good Dog.
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