Silly Birds

Keith and I traveled last Sunday morning a 1/4 mile from my house in hopes of downing some geese in a cut corn field. We had previously been in this field one other time, with no luck. I had been watching this field for two weeks, and witnessed birds going in every time. We set out 18 decoys, and then crawled into our blinds full of anticipation. One of us was fighting off the effects of the night before. This may have been the cause of our poor hunt as the smell of beer may have overwhelmed the birds somewhat. Hint, it was not me. Right away we had ducks working the field. The first two birds came in with one shot taken and no birds falling to the ground. Shortly there after another large flock of wood ducks blessed our presence. Four shots went up, one jammed gun and one drake wood duck later the hunt was on. Within another 30 minutes another large group of woddies and mallards began working, on the third pass as the second pass they attempted to land on Keith a drake mallard fell to the ground. No geese yet. Finally they began flying, every where but our field. Quielty a group of six birds lit in our field, out of gun range. Neither one of us saw them until it was too late. They sensed smoething was up, maybe their keen sense of smell gave us away, but they lifted never to be seen again. MOre flocks worked bubt nothing ever presented a shot. Conclusion: bird hunting is fun when they cooperate, and when your head is not pounding.

Steve Newkirk