Last year, I made an mid-afternoon hunt with my girlfriend. It wasnt technically going to be a duck hunt, more like a 4-wheeler ride, but with the shotgun. Pulled up about 40' away from my "honey hole" made a quick chirp on the call and they responded. I told Jackie to cover her ears as I made my way to the spot. I perched up and boom, must have been 50-80 ducks and I shot 2 times and jammed my 3rd shot and 3 ducks were on the water swimming the "death circle". I had no way of getting them. After some brainstorming, I hauled butt to the house to get my waders and a fishing pole. Came back, put on waders, got one. Rang its neck and threw it on the bank and it "came alive" again. Jackie proceds to beat the crap out of this duck that wouldnt die with 4 different sticks. I couldnt get the other 2 because they were on the other side of the hole and the deepest point of the hole is 40'. I wasnt swimming because it was about 40* outside. I took the fishing pole and a cheap pop-r and went to casting. About 10 minutes later, I had the other 2 ducks. 1 hen and 2 males. It was an awesome day. The only thing that would've made it better was if I had a dog !!!
Sorry for the long type, just re-living the moment !!!!
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