until next year…………………………

Like the sudden blink of an eye the mere few month season of waterfowling is now behind us here in my neck of the marsh. While many claim it to have been one of the best in recent years, I, for the most part, stood on the sidelines by comparison to past seasons. Unfortunately there was but only a few mornings I was able sing with the swallows this season. Nonetheless I made best of my limited days in the marsh and a few fine birds made formal dinner arrangements.

Like any other non-nocturnal human, I enjoy my sleep and duck hunting generally is not for anyone that values their sleep. 3AM wake up calls and long runs headed deep into the flooded low lands in the pitch black ain’t for everyone but many of my peers are clinically addicted to this stuff…………………………..

On some nights the moon was bright as can be……….

Sunrises are simply awesome no matter where your standing…………………

For the most part early morning hauls are based upon significant intel and scouting. Waking up with the marsh is generally my favorite part of every trip. 4AM-5:30AM is typically pure silence with a few frogs or gators bellowing into the dark; just about 5:30AM the coots start making their presence felt through loud rattling calls, followed by a few shorebirds and the occasional skimmer; by 6:30 the reason we came start to make a few buzzes and whistles into the early morning light, on many occasions the first sign of a duck is the loud wing beating in the dark (this is the stuff that gets your heart pumping); by 7:15AM most early flights of ducks have buzzed ya and hundreds of swallows, blackbirds and egrets make their move. In most cases your watching a few big herons pass by balking awl to hell to suddenly having birds flop into your dekes. Like everything else in life the realm of opportunity knocks when you got your head up your ass…………………

birds cupping into the spread…………….

Method of approach are diverse sometimes long paddles sometimes long runs sometimes both but the goal always remains the same spend the morning in the marsh with good company in hopes of pulling the trigger a few times……….

some mornings provided more opportunities than others…………………..

some mornings provided some diversity in the spread………………….

damn good eats here fellas, slow cooking these legs bbq style are the bomb………

I love me some ringer shoots…………….

time to clean all the gear and head back to the barn………………until next year

In the meantime mother ocean is calling us back to her grasp……….

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