Best in the duck blind expierience...
 

Please don't highjack. I like to hear ppls stories about their craziest time in a duck blind.


Ill start...

About 10-12 yrs back I was hunting in intracoastal and it just so happened that 10min before shooting light a front was moving through. You could see the dark wall of clouds way off against the the canal a good ways away. Through the clouds as high as you could see with what light we had emerged a wall of ducks drove after drove after drove of tightly packed wads of migrating ducks big and small. Thousands upon thousands of birds and it seemed like it lasted for 10min but really only for about 2-3min. I couldn't put a number on it really and truly nothing short of amazing. After they passed and it came to shooting time it seemed like the sky was always full of ducks that morning we were able to pass on teal and every other duck and shoot greenheads and drake pins. Never had to call really but the old man still did but truthfully we could only load up and get ready for next flight. We finished out limit in 30 or so min. And watched for the next thirty in amazement. If only I had a go pro or a smartphone..... Never seen as many ducks again after that day. Don't think I will. But hope to when I have kids so they can fall in love with the outdoors like I did.

About 6 years ago me an a buddy went on a good ole afternoon speck hunt called about 10 specks in he pick up an shoots the highest bird out the bunch first shot killed the bird he swings to kill the next bird paying no mind to the first bird he shot before he could pull the trigger the second time SMACK!!!!!!!! first bird smokes him right in the chest craziest thing i have ever seen in a duck blind in my life

The first time I ever duck hunted, I was maybe 10 years old. My old man was never big on hunting or fishing because he was always working, so my uncle took me, my dad, and my brother to his lease. When the ducks started coming in, all three of us were making some pretty long shots. Mu uncle was impressed and asked what kind if shells we were shooting........ My old man hold up a box of lead shot :eek:. By that time we were only a few ducks away from a limit so we fininshed off and then all 3 of us got a stern lecture from my uncle. I've had better experiences in a blind, but this being the first time in a blind and coming home with a limit was hands down the best.

Five years ago was my dog's first season hunting. Opening morning first bird of the day was a teal that came in real hot and my buddy stands up and smokes him. The teal falls about 40 yards behind the blind in the marsh. I send my pup and she makes a b-line for the bird and comes right back with the teal. Awesome first retrieve for her and to make it even better that teal was banded! Didn't think the weekend could get any better until the next morning when I killed a Cinnamon Teal out of a flock of Bluewing's. That was definitely a weekend for the record books.

Pretty good memory from last season is smoking a grey duck that came in head on pretty high over the decoys, I didn't think id get him but ended up knockin him down and the duck came falling fast straight into the blind...had to dodge it or I woulda got smacked straight in the head

We had a teal come meet us last yr, got it on go pro

About 12 years ago my grandpa, a buddy, and I went make a afternoon hunt during teal season. We show up to blind about 5:30. Maybe 15 minutes at the most later we were done. They were coming to roost in that field that night from every where. My grandpa was sitting on a white 5 gallon bucket because he couldn't get down inside the pit. That was something amazing to watch. Me and buddy go to pick up the first two birds and killed the rest of our limit while standing in the middle of the pond picking up birds. My grandpa just sat their on the levee with a smile never firing a shot the whole hunt. At one point 3 teal swing over the top of my buddy and he clips all 3 in one shot. Funny thing was he never noticed. He picks up one bird and starts walking back. My grandpa hollers hey "motor mouth" you not gonna pick up ya two other birds? Epic hunt for sure. If I wasn't hooked before, I was then.

My buddy clipped a snow one time way up it came helicoptering down straight into the pit. All I could do was climb on top of my brother and hope we didnt get smoked.

Not in a blind, but my brother and I were standing in wait deep mud/dead vegetation one hunt. You have to stomp a little hole around you in order to keep you balance when shooting. He complains that there is a log stuck between his feet and decides to lift it up with his boot. Well it just so happened the log turned out to be a 4 ft alligator who chose that exact spot to brummate for the winter. Kind of a tricky situation not being able to go anywhere fast with an alligator chilling underneath your manhood. Luckily it was a cold morning and the little guy was to cold to be pissed about being woken up.

Had a a spot that I hunted like that...pretty much was sitting on grass buried myself in the mud with my waders...I was hoping I wouldn't feel anything start to move underneath or around me that morning....needless to say I made a stool for the next couple hunts right there

last year was my 5 year old grandsons first duck season so we let him kill his first teal on the water.well my 18 year old son keep shooting them before they could land and not giving grandson a shot so he says paw paw can i shot at them in air i said sure.five min later a big group comes in low and on his side i wisper pic a bird and shot not telling son they were coming.grandson pulls up 410 and shoot he knocks one down no one eles shot so i knew it was his bird.im so excited i turn around to see tears in his eyes he didnt sholder gun good and when it kicked it hit him in eye but when i told him he killed one he was so excited he tells my son thats how you suppose to kill ducks one shot one duck.everyone is laffing he tells me from now on he will shoot them out the air we dont half to let them land.that is a day i will never forget.later that season i let him shoot at a group of pintails by himself and he kills a nice bull so he has first teal being mounted first flying teal he killed being mounted and pintail.i have first one and pintail going on dead mount and each kind he kills will be added to stringer.and he wont let my son forget he can shot them out the air i created a monster.lol

For me the it used to be the hunts with the greatest action. Now its all about the kids.

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My favorite so far.

When I was younger my grandpa and uncle hooked me on ducks and the older my grandpa got the less he came, once I could drive I decided to take him, he was in his 80's so no pit blind for him either same situation sitting on the levee on a bucket as stated earlier, well he was shooting one of the first automatics Remington ever put out, even with a 2 3/4 shells it would make you beg for mercy, well the teal were acting right and he was kinda leaning back to shoot nearly straight up and when he shot his bucket flipped him in the water, when I realized he fell I go to help him thinking he could be hurt but to my surprise he was smiling ear to ear and said I got him. Every time I hunt I think about that old man smiling laying there in 40 degree mud.


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One time I was thinking of going Duck Hunting and went Deer Hunting instead... Best experience I've ever had.

When I was in high school, we were sitting in a little swamp shooting woodies and teal a few miles from my friends house. One of my boys was always clownin around trying to get a laugh out of someone. It was in the 30s that morning. My buddy was sitting on a log playing with our mess of birds that morning while it was slow. He grabbed a teal and said, "This is a beautiful duck. if I was a duck I'd hit it." So he is acting like he is hitting the duck from behind at the same time a branch on the log he was leaning on broke and he flipped off the log right into the water. One of funniest things I have ever seen.

A friend and i went hunting down in Point Au Fer in the 80's, (MARSH) and we worked our way out to the blind to find out they burned the marsh a few days before. Well we flared everything and all of these ducks kept landing in another hole about 200 yards away. Being this is my buddies first time hunting, he ask me if he can try to sneak up on a flock of teal that landed in the pond. Well for shlitz and giggles i told him go for it! There was only 1 myrtle bush that hasn't burned to the ground, so he lined himself up with it and proceeded with the crouch walk with the occasional falling down! After about 30 minutes of watching him, i see him next to the myrtle and proceedes to squeeze the trigger. With two shots, he killed 5 on the water and the flock began to haul azz and his next shot downed 3 in the air. He didn't quite understand what did nor how incredible that was. The best part of the whole thing was watching him crawl out in the pond with a paddle to retrieve them all. I wouldn't let him leave till he got them all! It was a priceless moment!

Last season was my first year hunting, but it was memorable.

I joined lake chuck duck and bigchaf for a goose hunt. During a lull in the geese, Cory and I started singing "deadliest catch without the crabs.." at the exact same time and busted out laughing. Got my first limit of geese that day too.

Thanks for sharing guys, I've been duck hunting for over 50 years and all of your stories bring back some similar memories for me. One of the better hunts that I ever made was during the old days of the point system. I shot 10 pintail drakes and my partner who is no longer with us shot 9 pintail drakes and a mallard drake. Don't know how much longer I can endure the cold and damp. It's y'all's turn to make some memories now. Be careful out there!

Wow! Thanks for sharing! I bet you've seen things we will never see in our lifetimes in the blind

Last day of the season I had my wife and oldest son in the blind with me, it was a tough hunt. Towards the end of the hunt I saw a flock of green wings flying low. We were hunting open water so I told them to look to the right and get ready. I was fortunate enough to call the shot at the right time and my wife and son started shooting. I would point at a duck but before I could squeeze the trigger one would drop. Out of that flock of six they had four of the ground just the two of them. We only killed 8 ducks that day but it was my best hunt of the season due to the way they handled themselves. I was very proud, my 10 year old is more into duck hunting than any kid I have ever seen.

Freshman year in high school (14 years ago) my uncle and I hunted the whole Christmas holiday.. We left on a Friday afternoon from Kaplan to go to the camp in Tensas cuz we had killed them the weekend before. Hunted Saturday morning and killed 2.. Not satisfied we left there and drove straight to Pecan Island. Woke up Sunday morning and went hunt Miami Corp and limited out!!
On the way from Tensas to PI my uncles labs was in the back of the truck and we had the lil sliding back glass open so he could get some heat.. He ended climbing in the truck with us...

I was hunting cow island withy dad when I was 15 or and we had a pair of geese that wanted in so we crouched down low and waited. They end up landing out of range. We were waiting that out when some hunters to the north shot and scared off a massive flock of geese. It looked like a cloud on the horizon, like one we had seen before bit never had a chance at. We got real low and sat still for what seemed like forever. They ended up landing in our ponds as luck would have it. I think those two geese wee the sole reason for that. Anyway as luck would have it they were all out of range, like they knew where we were and landed all around just outside of range. Smart little boogers. With them the ducks started buzzing us from all directions. It was hard to get the jump on them because we were hunkered down so low. My crack barrel 410 jammed so my dad let me shoot his gun. We didn't slaughter them by any means but killed 6 green heads and I don't know what else. My dad had a blast watching me shoot as did I. Ill never forget being in the middle of a thousand plus geese even though we shot none. The NOISE was incredible.

Me n clampy went on a guided trip urs ago and a group of 10-12 greys came in and we smoked 9 of them. Same hunt clampy showed his ***** skills and smoked a specked flying Mach 10 with the wind. One of those shots where no one had time to say anything he was first draw and smoke him.

After these stories I'm lookin forward to quick limits again this season....Last year I think it was second wknd of teal season...Limited in less than 15 minutes...I decided to sit in the blind and watch the birds roll in for a couple minutes and just had to roll...I was loaded up and leaving by 7am..headed back to the camp for eggs, bacon and bisuits. Cant beat dat. Teal jambalaya for lunch...nothing but love.

How bout worst in blind experience. We were hunting a pretty good size piece of property last year in Klondike We only had two permanant blinds, So we build a make shift blind in the dark the night before on another pond we had. We had the blind primed and ready to go. We get there the next morning and right at shooting time a lone spoonie come cruising in. Bam one bird down. I grab the bird from my dog, and she sits back down. Next thing you know we start hearing he making all kind of noise like shes rolling around. As soon as we hear that we smell it. Aparently we had woke a skunk up when we shot that spoony, and my dog caught the wrong end of him. The smell was so bad we had to leave. All 3 of us were either gaging or throwing up. That smell was stuck in my nose till that night.

Man, this thread got me going this morning. I don't think there is anyway I can pick just one so here are a couple of samplers while I think about it.

1. One January after a couple of fronts, the water was low in the marsh and the teal had moved in mid week as thick as I have ever seen. So for that Saturday, I invited 9 friends (10 including me) to come down to the camp Friday night. Our game plan was we hunt in shifts. I took the 1st group out and we were back at the camp with our limit within the hour. Loaded the next 3 in the boat and headed back out, repeat 1 more time. The 3rd group was done, picked up and back at the camp eating breakfast thanks to the 1st group by 9:00. 10 man limit, 3 boat trips, and still coming in. It would take me longer to pick them up than it would for the blind to kill their limit. Awesome time and one that we still talk about.

2. One season we had a massive (bigger than what you are thinking right now) roost of ducks about 1/2 mile from my blind. They stayed there all year and we intentionally left them alone. I have never seen birds like that season. I would take people and they would just freak. It was common to have so many birds circling our decoys that the 'circle' was literally a circle. I had to tell many friends to quit looking around and just watch the front hole in the decoys - that is where they were going to break. There was too much going on to focus on anything else. It wasn't everyday, but for that whole season it was probably 75% of the days that year. I have hunted a lot for a long time and I have never seen anything like that year.

3. Had a great yellow lab and every once in a while we would go back out after our hunt to help somebody else look for a lost bird or two. Lots of great stories, but 1 day as my dog seemed to pick up a smell the hunter kept telling me she was in the wrong spot because the duck fell over there. I just said OK, but she is on to something so let's just allow her to do what she does. She did her zig sagging and it kept coming up dead end. On it hot and dead end. After watching this a couple of times, I got out and figured I would go help. There was an otter trail through the marsh connecting 2 ponds and she would pick the smell up on this trail and then it seemingly just disappeared. Finally, she put 2 and 2 together and said if it keeps disappearing in this same spot every time then that duck must be right here. She started tearing at the mud in this trail and pulled that teal out of the ground. We had both walked over that spot more than once. One of the most amazing things I've ever seen honestly. That teal had buried itself in the soft mud.

4. We get to the blind (small island in a large lake/pond) before sun up 1 morning and my dog just jumped out of the boat and started swimming through the decoys. He was young and trying to replace his momma from the story above, but man he had a mind of his own. I tried to call him back, but he wouldn't come. What ever, you just better be back before it is time to leave. LOL. Sun comes up and we can see him on the bank edge on a big island 1/4 mile away. He is running back and forth in 1 area and it looks like he is working hard. Oh well, I have ducks to worry about. Next thing we know he is swimming back after about an hour. Then we notice he has something in his mouth. he gets back to our island and delivers to me a widgeon with a broken wing from a day earlier in the week. Now, I have no idea if that bird was hiding on our island blind and the chase started as soon as I parked the boat, or if he had a bionic nose and smelled something for a far, or the most likely scenario - he was being the hard head like usual and playing around and just ran across it. Either way, he thought he was a hero.

Was Guideing at the LAKE ARTHUR HUNTING CLUB one morning an i had a 7 year old boy an his dad we killed a few birds it had slowed down out of know where a green head lit on the pond behind a pile of cut grass well the lil boy could not see him so he told me to shoot behind it an scare it up so he could shoot it so i picked my gun up he got ready i shot right behind it an he aims CLICK!! didnt have one in his chamber he pumps his lil youth model 20gauge an boom!!!!! Rolls the bird dead sent the dog to go get it comes back with it the belly showing an a band on his leg should have seen how happy that lil boy was made my season

last year
 

Last yr was my best teal season ever. I hunted 13/16 days and our longest hunt was like 18min. last day me n clampy brought a buddy we killed 12 birds in 11 min.

I bet! that's good stuff right there. that's what it all about.

My uncle (moms b-I-l) had a lease in Miami Corp for his trucking company and another uncle and I stayed out there. One morning we decided to hunt a pond that was a hard walk through about 300 yards in the marsh. We get out there and there was another guy( damn moocher) already there and he had drug a pirogue out there with some brush.. Being a big pond we decided we'd just set up on opposite side from him.. Well while we were setting up my uncles dog runs over there to check out his dog, next thing we know the guy hollers " YOUR DOG TOOK MY BOAT"... Coco had jumped in his pirogue which was slightly pulled up on the bank and it slid off.. We laughed our arses off. When the wind finally pushed the pirogue back to where he could grab it he grabbed all his $hit and left... We had run-ins with a couple of my uncles "friends" out there but we ran that lease...

Best memory I ever had was with my brother sitting in the blind all morning til around 9 am haven't fired a shot or seen a duck my brother decides to get out of blind and as he does a flock of teal make a pass he jumps back in the blind they make one more round and we unleash hell on them when everything is said and done 12 teal lay at our feet limited out and all we can do is look at each other in amazement and wondering how in the hell we just pulled that off.

I grew up hunting with my Grandpa and Uncle in Johnsons Bayou. My grandpa had a lot of shotguns. One was a Tecumseh 12 gauge. He never would take it out. He always said it kicked to much. One morning we get to the lease and he pulls out the old shotgun. We make to to the blind. Just at shooting time a teal come flying at us at a 100 mph. Grandpa throws up his shotgun and fires. All I see out of the corner of my eye is him flying out the back of the blind. Glasses flying and him falling. After we made sure he was okay, I volunteered to switch guns with him. He was cussing and we were laughing. Not many ducks killed that day. But 30 years later, me and my brother still sit around laughing about that. Great memories.

Had a buddy that had irritable bowel syndrom and he could pinch a loaf in a half of a second! Needless to say, when he says i got to go.....you don't have much time! Well, 3 of us are in a blind and he is in the middle and the infamous line "I got to go!" comes up. Well, we scramble to get him out of the blind and point him in a direction to go. He travels about 30-40 yards away andtakes care of his business. He travels back and we are like, "did you step in it? must be down wind! It was teh worst smell ever! Well, we travel back adn cant get rid of the smell! When he went to pop a squat, he left his loaf in his waders and rolled it back up and in!!!! We cried laughing and almost threw up! It was the funniest thing i have seen!

Went to a buddies pit south if Crowley with my BiL one morning, start walking down the levee and the dog is nowhere to be found. We holler and whistle, he doesn't show up. About 20 minutes after shooting light we see him way on the other side of the field making his way back, he gets closer and we both look at each other with a *** look on our faces. Ol' Kojack had a wounded speck in his mouth, and we haven't even heard geese yet that morning.

No telling how far he went for that bird, how it got there, or how long it was where it was - he smelled it and was going drag it back! He got put down just before last season, hunted with that dog from the time I was about 15 until then... He won't be replaced


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Opening morning last year we had 60 teal in 30 minutes. Limits everyday and ended the season with 498 total

Spunt drag
 

I think spunt drag has a story worth telling on here. Everybody haggle him to tell it. It'll make you think twice about keeping an eye on your dog!

Back when I was a kid in the late 70's early 80's, My dad would take us hunting on bayou Katorche (spelling?) off of the mermentau river. Just about all of the hunting was done as pass shooting, because very rarely could you get something to decoy in. Most of the birds were en route to the nearby rice fields. My dad ended up making some tree blinds about 50-60' up in the trees in the flight pattern to even up the odds a bit. I remember being there many hours while they built these things. Used railroad spikes to climb the tree and pretty much make like a lil tree house in the top of the trees. He ended up building Himself one,and my 2 brothers each theirs,and also helped a couple of buddies build one too. Well, I was too young to hunt in the sky scraper blinds,so me and my mom would sit in the boat below and we were the retrievers. If my dad would knock down a cripple, my mom would crank up the boat and we would go pick it up. I remember one morning my dad knocked down a female mallard, me and mom crank up and go pick it up. We get back to our lil hiding spot,and I see the ducks legs move a little. My mom reaches down and picks it up. when she picks it up, it gives a lil quack. Then the ducks head kinda pops up. So, then my mom puts the duck in her lap spreads its wings open to show me the pretty colors on the wings. As soon as she lets the wings go, the duck makes another quack. We both thought it was funny,so she kept doing it,and every time she would, it would quack again. She then started acting like it was dancing in her lap along with the wing quacks, until suddenly it had enough and jumped out my moms lap and started flying down the bayou. She began hollering at my Dad to shoot it, by the time he saw it, it was almost out of range. He knocked it down, and then asked us, Where did that come from? My mom says, out of my lap. It was still not all the way dead when we picked it up the second time, but this time mom rang its neck. Supper had almost gotten away. I look back at those times now, and realize how crazy that was,but it sure was some fun times growing up. I never did get to hunt out of those blinds, by the time I was old enough we had stopped hunting in that area.