hillbilly.. wrote:my dad use to take me when I was younger then 8. id sit in the bottom of the duck boat (that I still have today) and cut at cattails with my little swiss army knive. I had a 5th grade teacher who took me out for a youth day and I ended up shooting 2 bluewing teal that day. I wish I still had the picture. Ive always been hookd. but I only could hunt as much as the old man up until I was 16. then it was on. but then I got married had kids and it less and less and then fell out for a couple years. but a guy I work with got me back into it hard again. and now I take my 7year old son and 3year old daughter out with me they love it. Ive takein my sister out and now shes hookd also her daughter came and she loves it shes always askin when we goin duck hunting today.
boy is missin because I had to get him back to school other wise he was in on this hunt.
yea I know there coots but the kids still had fun
but sometimes he gets in on a good hunt
beretta24 wrote:hillbilly.. wrote:Excellent pics...no shame in drilling a coot. They taste pretty dang good.
hillbilly.. wrote:beretta24 wrote:hillbilly.. wrote:Excellent pics...no shame in drilling a coot. They taste pretty dang good.
thanks ive turnd them into jerky guys sure look at you funny when you tell them there coots. and on the second pic am I cut on your computers because on mine I am??
suicidal_scaup wrote:My first hunt my dads friend bout me out to La Qui Parle to goose hunt. I remember having to get up at "like 3:00am" to drive from near hutch there. This friend, Jim, had taken my two older brothers out and they always told stories of how fun it was. I was very excited to be "the one" he took out that year. He had introduced many kids into waterfowling in the past so I was lucky to get "chosen". My dad was really into bow hunting and had never gotten into ducks or geese, so I was glad to go with Jim.
Although it was early I remember being so excited to go on the hunt. I really had no clue what to expect but knew it would be fun. On the way, we stopped at a trucks top for breakfast. I wanted to order pancakes, so I told him I wanted three of them. I was only 12 but I was a big kid so I figured I could eat them no problem. Luckily Jim made me only order one because the cake was bigger than the plate.
We got to the field and set the decoys and waited for the geese. Of course, I wasn't paying attention and a loner came in so he took it. A bit later, a pair came in. He said, "here they come, I'll tell you when to shoot. Stay still til then." He said go and I pulled up..."bang,bang,bang" and all I heard after that was laughter. Missed all three shots. It was about a 25 yard shot and he couldn't believe I didn't knock one down.
I never heard the end of that one, but have been trying to knock 'em down ever since. After Jim took me, my brothers said it was ok to go with them. They liked it because I was too impatient to sit and wait so I would always go jump the potholes. Of course I would never get a shot and they would always get them since I flushed them to their decoys.
Hunting for me has come a long way from sharing two pairs of waders for three guys and setting a dozen dirty, paint-chipped mallards to hunting out of a 17' War Eagle behind a nice scissors blind looking at eight dozen decoys in the middle of November.
I will never forget the experience Jim gave me and have thanked him many times.
I have since only taken out one kid on the youth hunt. I was fortunate enough to bring his father with. He shot two teal and a goose with a 20 gauge on his very first hunt. He, and his dad have since invested a BUNCH of money into waterfowl and love every minute of each season.
I wish teachers were able to take more kids out hunting. Nowadays, teachers have to be very careful due to previous teachers stupid actions.
StuStiltman wrote:This is a great topic, I'm typing this into a cell phone so it will be short, if time allowed I'd most likely write several pages. I started off with my dad when I was 5 or 6. He would set out an old foam herters just for me too shoot with my bb gun, that's my first hunting memory. As I got older I got a single shot 20. I was always given the first shot at ducks, dad was the leader of the crew so his word was law, I'm sure his buddies would of let me have it anyways, great mentors. As I got older I went from being johns kid to a member of the crew. Instead of being a tag along I was given responsibilities, getting the spot, running down cripples ect. When dad couldn't go me and his buddies went, there 30 years older but were still good friends, not many things can unite young and old guys like hunting. The crew is smaller now than it once was, two 30 year olds and 2 retired guys. When I was young I was never left at home when there were ducks to be had, because the senior members of the crew always made sure I got to hunt I now do the same for them.