Well after facing the winter from hell it was nice to see the snow melt a little so we could get some hunting in. The leading edge of the migration showed up last week and it was hard to work knowing they were coming soon. Friday night I was loading my truck and had snows circling my house in the dark. To most that would of been a good sign, to me that told me they were ready to push right through frozen rivers and fields be damned. We showed up at three thirty to set up and heard Snows just down the road from us roosting in a field
They kept getting up and settling back down about every ten minutes, again not a good sign. Never seen that before, but knew it wasn't good. Three hours later the sun caught us still putting out decoys and the Snows were up heading our way. We didn't finish putting out the last three dozen and most of our flyers. The only place in the field that was big enough for my spread was at the bottom of a nob. So we placed the decoys out from the bottom on the flats ending them at the snowline. We then ran the rest up the side of the nob leaving the top open for them to want to land on. The ground was still frozen and we had to punch hundreds of holes into the ground to set our decoys ( that sucks btw). Long story short I'll never set on a nob again. They just didn't like the set up, we did have a pretty good shot even though.
"As long as there are Flyways and their coming our way, you'll find us right here"