Opening weekend is often a time when the local birds, ducks and geese, are just figuring out that "something" isn't right about the marsh they have been landing in for the last six months. It is a great time for us, as hunters, to put together all of our resources and get out
there... they'll wisen up before we know it.
October 25th was a day that Tim will not soon forget. I believe his face may still hurt from smiling so often. He didn't say much... the occassional "Wow", and " That was amazing".
This day was his first waterfowl adventure ever. I felt a great deal of pressure as the sun started to rise in the East that morning. I knew if this hunt went well, that I would have single handedly brought another hunter into the world of waterfowling; if it went wrong then I would have let down all of waterfowling. As the hunt went on, it just seemed to get better. The Giant Canadas were moving through the area in small groups which was great for what we wanted. We had roughly 15 different small flocks come into the decoys that morning, and in the end... Tim had taken a full limit of very large Canada geese. We took a number of pictures throughout the hunt and he kept reminding me of what a great time he was having.
I am thankful to have been part of his maiden waterfowling voyage! The only down-side to this hunt is that Tim has a 10 year old son and he didn't know what to expect so he didn't end up bringing him on the hunt. Had I known this, his son would have been right next to him in his own layout; shooting geese with a camera!
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