Wednesday morning found me dreaming of migrating ducks and hoping for new birds with all the cold weather up north and I couldn’t take anymore. After my lunch meeting I packed up the Dakota and headed north to one of my newly flooded farm ponds in NE Kansas. I wasn’t expecting much but I was hoping for a little action to satisfy the itch from this years’ very slow start to our season.
With the recent rains I pulled up to the pond I wanted to hunt and realized I just wasn’t going to be able to drive down the fields edge to drop off the decoys, so… that meant I was packing in everything I need about a half mile of ankle deep mud. After the journey in I quickly set out decoys and sit back to enjoy the great afternoon sun.
Two hours later of nothing I finally watched a small group of ducks worked in to the pond about half mile west of me, that figures with how this season has been going. So with 5 minutes left till LST was over and a long trudge ahead of me I decided to call it quits and get a head start on my trip home. As the story always goes here I am pickup my first decoy I hear them, HONK… I looked up just in time to see 20 big birds cupped and coming right in. @#!% I left my gun on shore! Some of you may have heard of a duck crawl well I just invented the duck sprinted back through the weeds to get my gun. I reach my stuff just as the birds where sailing over the pond and with this being so early in the season they didn’t flair off to the side they just coasted right over the pond, big mistake. 3 shots rang out and two big honks hit the ground. One of the birds did sail over the top of the terrace but Dakota made quick work of the first bird that landed in the field. We got to top of the field just in time to look back and see two mallards land in the decoys, figures but the second birds was no where to be seen. I worked her down wind of where the goose fell hoping she would pick up the smell but we made it all the way to the fence with no sign of the bird, where the heck did that thing go? As I am standing there looking into the next field to see if I can find the Houdini bird I look down and Dakota is sitting there with the goose in her mouth. I guess she found it a few feet away in the fence line and just brought it over to her unobservant master who wasn’t paying any attention. The end result was the first two geese of the year! I won’t describe the half mile, 30 minute walk carrying everything back up hill in ankle deep mud in addition to 20 pounds of geese I didn’t account for… it sucked a lot!!!
Tonights Sunset was another Kansas Beauty