Sunday, January 1, 2012
Tons of Water... Ducks Not So Much.
In mid-December, Jack and I met up with my dad for a duck hunting trips near Waldenburg, Arkansas. As luck would have it, most of Arkansas was pummeled by eight inches of rain in the previous week. That made for some tough hunting -- the birds were around, but standing water everywhere made for some tough hunting (not to mention that many of the best blinds were submerged. So from that perspective, the trip wasn't much of a success.
Thankfully, hunting success in the 21st century hunting is seldom measured by the quantity of critters shot. As I mentioned previously, this was a trip about bringing together family and creating memories. And on that accord, the trip did not disappoint.
We still managed to shoot a few birds. We jumped about 8,000 snow geese on a reservoir -- a spectacle that is completely indescribable. I'm not sure who's the proudest in this photo... Jack, his grandpa, or the guy taking the picture.
The guy who really organized this whole outing was Dan, a close hunting buddy that I met when I lived in Texas. We literally met in the middle of nowhere on a quail lease some 15 years ago -- and we've been tight ever since. He brought his dad and son as well.
Dan also brought his two labs, and we were thankful to have them. Primarily upland dogs, water work was foreign to them at the beginning of the trip, but by the end of it they were regularly making some outstanding retrieves for us.
It was the first three generation trip, but I suspect it won't be the last.