wanapasaki wrote:Fsbirdhouse wrote:For me, I've found that when 'The Blue funk' begins to set in, something as simple as the change of seasons can start the cure, but a change in the weather can really recharge the old passion in me like nothing else.
Let a good cold wind come up, and a few flakes start flying, and I know the next day will see scads of new birds show up along the river sloughs, and the day after that will see big flocks of Honkers slowly making their way down that river over the adjoining fields looking for company. It's then that a couple of dozen decoys and a flag will see the big bodied fowl lock up and slide down over your set until their legs drop, the sound of heavy wings backpedaling, and then....................
I think I will have the passion long after the body can support it. There is nothing like the call of wild geese on a Moonlit night, drifting through an open widow, to trouble the sleep, and rouse the soul.[/quote
If you are describing where you hunt, can I please come? It sounds like something out of a book
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