2nd Opening Day
Phase II of duck season starts tomorrow.
I went back to the St. Johns and scouted.
The ducks were fairly concentrated in
open, shallow water. It's going to be
very hard to get out to them and appear
like a normal part of the vegetation.
We've decided to use some milk crate
file boxes as seats. We'll jam some
palmettos in around us and hope the
teal don't think it looks too odd.
The weather is against us. The low
is forecast to be a scorching 61
degrees. Lest you think that's
an exaggeration, try slogging through
the mud in chest high waders at
that temperature. The river (see
link above) has fallen from 13
feet when we hunted 1st opening day
to 11.5 feet. The spot we had for
opening day is now a snipe bog.
I can't wait for this summer so
we can start work building some
layout boats. Those are the bee's
knees.
The river has dropped enough that
there are banks for the gators to
lay on. There were dozens and dozens.
As I went by in the boat, they would
slide, jump, splash into the river.
It was like a scene from the African
Queen. Very disconcerting. I hate
gators. But, tomorrow at 4:00 AM, I'll
step again into the tannic acid coloured
waters of the St. Johns.
As Joe Richter (duckmanjr) said, "You
gotta real hate ducks to do this."
ofs
I went back to the St. Johns and scouted.
The ducks were fairly concentrated in
open, shallow water. It's going to be
very hard to get out to them and appear
like a normal part of the vegetation.
We've decided to use some milk crate
file boxes as seats. We'll jam some
palmettos in around us and hope the
teal don't think it looks too odd.
The weather is against us. The low
is forecast to be a scorching 61
degrees. Lest you think that's
an exaggeration, try slogging through
the mud in chest high waders at
that temperature. The river (see
link above) has fallen from 13
feet when we hunted 1st opening day
to 11.5 feet. The spot we had for
opening day is now a snipe bog.
I can't wait for this summer so
we can start work building some
layout boats. Those are the bee's
knees.
The river has dropped enough that
there are banks for the gators to
lay on. There were dozens and dozens.
As I went by in the boat, they would
slide, jump, splash into the river.
It was like a scene from the African
Queen. Very disconcerting. I hate
gators. But, tomorrow at 4:00 AM, I'll
step again into the tannic acid coloured
waters of the St. Johns.
As Joe Richter (duckmanjr) said, "You
gotta real hate ducks to do this."
ofs
Labels: duck hunting 07-08
posted by oldfatslow | 5:01 PM
3 Comments:
good providence to ya tomorrow. hope you find the birds a plenty. ill be out on crooked lake in my regular spot hoping some new birds have moved down south.
And to you Van. The ducks must die. Do your part.
ofs
alright scott, quit holding out on me. i need to live vicariously through someone because of my crap day. post em up!
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