Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Neil H.'s avatar

This is a timely essay.

I haven't missed a single shot this year. Of course, I hadn't duck hunted until New Year's day due to complications of work and weather. This year, I wanted to learn an area in the North Bay that I had hunted successfully with my nephew in his boat last year. So when the weather cleared a bit Sunday, I headed out on a mile long kayak trip to get to the marshes.

As soon as I set up, a spoonie snapped in from the side and dumped right into my decoys. He was perfectly positioned so it would ruin about 5 brand new decoys. He exited the same way. Ah! A sign of hope, though! The day opened up, clear and still. It was beautiful. For a photograph. The ducks lounged in the middle of large expanses of water, the normally complex waterways erased by the king tide. Occasionally a boat would pass by and a huge number of ducks would get up, hover in a whirlwind of possibility, then settle back down. They never came near me, not even distantly, save for an occasional goldeneye or bufflehead that came in to swim in the decoys. Then, one single Canvasback shot by, 'on a mission', to my right. I swung, snapped a shot, and he folded onto the thickly brushed levee. Success! I searched for him for over an hour before I gave up. It was not the ending I was hoping for. My donation to the local scavengers.

I still count it as a good day out, a worthwhile scouting trip, but I wouldn't want to repeat that too many times. Hope springs eternal, and there is next weekend.

Expand full comment
Clifton Stanley Lemon's avatar

Holly this sounds very close to my experiences in general, which is why I love your stories so much- you say things I might think but wouldn't necessarily express to my buddies. My season has been somewhat different though- we had I would say maybe excessive success in the Delta, but with geese not ducks. My refuge duck hunts this year were mixed - a few limits but many days with only a couple of birds. I came up considerably shorter than I would have if I'd have shot straps of spoonies, but that isn't how I roll, and now I don't have a pile of spoonies in the freezer to wonder what to do with. It seemed that we waited for ducks to show up, and when they finally did in late December the numbers spiked spectacularly everywhere, then ground to a semi-halt as the storms came and spread the birds out. I also decided to revise my "birds-don't-fly-in-the-rain" and "the storm-blew-them-out" theories (the latter especially as applied to Greylodge), perhaps too late, but it became necessary if you wanted to hunt. And we had some OK hunts in nasty weather - although I don't particularly enjoy it, I'll gladly do it, especially if the wind will get 'em flying. I totally agree that it's real easy to pretend to be OK with getting skunked bc you just want to "get out." The other side of it is that I absolutely loved hunting with my many excellent friends, and by myself too, and I can be happy with quality shots on a sprig and a teal for a day's work. I'm basically just thrilled to be out at sunrise in the beautiful areas we hunt. Many states have nothing that even comes close to our CA refuge system and flyway, so there's that to be grateful for.

Expand full comment
31 more comments...

No posts