Today was one of those days that had all the promise in the world to be the hunt of a lifetime. The cold last night locked up almost everything pretty hard, so the hole that hillbilly and I were going to open up would be so enticing that we would be beating birds away. We break ice the whole way out and get to opening up our hole of destruction.
We opened up a good sized hole, and then hillbilly went back to the landing to pick up his kiddos. One problem with that though. The lake is that shallow that he needs to be moving to not bury the prop in mud. In doing so, you make waves. Waves break up ice. The wind today which would have been awesome, is now filling our hole with ice sheets. Thinking quick, I shove some sticks in the bottom on the up wind side of the hole. Success.
We could hear geese early on so we knew there would be birds in the area. Well, that is an understatement. I think we watched at least 300 geese and about the same number of ducks drop into or try to drop into the hole... in the middle of the lake. All we could do was watch. Even trying to kick them up by sending some steel there way didn't faze them. I guess, we did have one bird check out the spread
After finally accepting defeat we start to pick up. Hillbilly goes to get the boat around the corner and goes to fire up the motor and it makes about 2 turns of the crank. Uh oh. The next little while is spent trying to get it fired up, even doing the unthinkable. He cut and unwound his duck strap that his lady made for him to try and put it around the flywheel to pull start it.
It's a good thing he knows people who will help so that we didn't have to try and push pole the boat back to the landing because at this point the paths that were previously cut across the lake have opened up into decent sized water which would have blown the boat backwards. It was then that hillbilly decided to play tug of war.
Safely back to the landing and loaded up, it was quite the adventure. As silly as it may seem, I had fun. Watching all those birds was amazing, even if they were too far away for me to even get a picture. Also, I like breaking ice. Yes, it's work, but I think it's fun making birds do what YOU want them to which is why I'm addicted to duck hunting in the first place. Making where they can land is just another part of that.
I think hillbilly is going to stop hunting with me. Last time we hunted, his trailer bearings went out on the way home. Today his battery was toast and also the water inlet screens (correct name?) on the lower unit broke out. We are hoping the chunks aren't in the impeller or farther in.
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Sometimes I think...
'Do I really want a beer?'
Then I remember there's a supervolcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue, and when it erupts, it could potentially cover most of North America... and I'm like,
F YEAH I WANT A BEER!