As I no longer feel comfortable calling myself a duck hunter.
Had a good sized chunk of water scouted up yesterday and was able to witness a ton of birds dropping in on the far side of a island. There was no access to the other side of the lake without a couple mile hike around(not happening) or getting across a hundred yard wide inlet to the island and walking across it. No problem I thought as I drove back to town and jumped on craigs list, wouldn't you know it the very first post under boats was for a older one man canoe. Picked it up, loaded it on the truck and packed the gear in anticipation of morning.
Headed out early and was pleased to see the temp was 33 degrees when I got out there. Unloaded boat, packed dekes and coaxed the dog to climb in and jumped in myself. It was aproximatly eighteen seconds later that I realized the last time I had been in a canoe was 25 years ago at boy scout summer camp, and it was not a little 13 footer. About two minutes later after I hauled everything back on shore and dumped the canoe out I was not quite so happy about the temperature any longer. Being a resonable and realistic man I of course blamed the dog for not sitting still and she gave me a look that said stuff I wont repeat here.
Desicion time, wet from waist down, cold and begining to doubt my nautical skills I decided I am already here, got that one out of the way lets give it another try. Loaded the canoe again and the dog tried to jump in and I hauled her back and said to hell with that, you are swimming this time. Climbed in and pushed off. Got out about fifteen feet and was feeling good until the boat rocked left, right, left and over again. Gathered evertything on shore and was glad my gun was unloaded and in the case or probably would have shot the canoe. I believe everything was wet this time except for my right nipple. Hauled the canoe back to the truck and kicked it a couple times for good measure.
Now what, knew that the road went down to a point where a creek came into the main body of water so decided to walk down to point and throw out a couple deeks and stay close to the truck in case I got cold. Got there real quickly and looked back and I was a whole 100 yards from the damn truck. Said screw it I am not going back to move it and got set up. Sat and watched group after group drop into the spot I was planning on going and nothing was coming anywhere near my pathetic set up. After about a hour I only had one more trick up my sleeve, stand up and relieve myself, right on cue three teal rocketed through the deeks when I had the wrong gun in my hand.
About half hour later was bored and started randomly shooting into the sky and a greenwing fell about sixty yards across the water, not sure if he flew into my shot pattern or died from laughter at my shooting skills but the pup did make a nice retrieve.
2011 is off to a amazing start and if it doesn't get better soon Lawdog can close my account and I will start posting on a gay rights forum or something.
P.S. 13 foot one man canoe for sale, sturdy and dependable.
I'm the type of guy who "cups" his hand over his butt, farts, and dishes it out like a soup kitchen.