It was miserable, just under freezing, foot or more of snow on the field, blowing, and spitting snow on and off. A day like that is a goose killing day, we figured we'd have our birds and be done by 10am. It just wasn't to be, we hunted from starting time till quitting time and still didn't quite finish up limits. They just wouldn't handle, even in the bad weather, flaring way out, sliding out of range just at the last second, all the tricks of the goose trade.
There were six of us in the field, four real goose hunters and a couple lesser guns. We finished up with 42 of our allowable 48 geese. Nothing to complain about but it was sure a long tough frustrating day.
We'd probably have had our birds if I'd not hit a streak of bad shooting. I killed my first couple just slick as a gut, one right in the rig and one pretty long passing shot. Then disaster struck and I lost my shooting eye. Eight shots followed with nary a feather to show for them, I was stunned to say the least. So I got out of my blind, turned it to a slightly better angle, tucked in my shirt tail, scratched various places, got back in, and proceeded to kill three doubles in a row. Whew!
Going again Monday, hopefully it won't be quite as tough a day.
Destry
P.S. I had "The Preacher" out today, my infamous GH magnum 10 gauge. I went through quite a few cartridges and I've definitely got a big bore headache.
I'll file another report when I get back, right now I've got 8 geese to breast out, a wet gun to see to, and every stitch I was wearing to find places to hang up and dry.
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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