Yesterday started out by changing my tactics up just slightly. Saturday night I cut a couple of sticks and then cut a black garbage bag into two pieces and tied them to the sticks. Sunday morning I stopped at the field and placed the sticks with the bags on them at the north end and North West end of the fields. My goal was to just make the birds more cautious and get them to circle the field a few extra times, which I hoped would give me the shot opportunity I was looking for. I also put full body goose decoy’s out with me again in the field I was in but this time I only put 4 out downwind of me 25 yards. Well shooting arrived with a few mallards and a couple of pinners working my blocks. I held off shooting at any of them again due to the fact I only had that blue on my mind. Finally at 7 am the whites came, they came in from the north and high this time as opposed to the normal path from the south and lower. I guess they roosted somewhere else Saturday night. The birds made only two passes and offer one shot opportunity but it was too high for my comfort and then left. I of course instantly started to panic thinking my brilliant idea to put out the bags had backfired on me and blew them right out of the field. I received a text from my (very sweet and patience during this little endeavor) wife asking what was happening. I texted her back and let her know my fear that I had blown them out but with my brilliant plan. I decided to stick tight and see if the Canada’s would come in and at least let me finish the season with good goose shoot. About 7:30 I looked up to the south and here were the snows coming once again. This time they circled the field much lower and made about 5 passes. They gave me a couple of very good opportunities but of course the shots were right in line with the neighborhood. Shortly after they left I heard the Canada’s coming up from the south. They were riding the wind up and moving very quickly but were pretty low. They were coming up a 100 or so yards to the west of me and had the two tar bellies with them. As they got just south of me they started to hook my direction and I got very excited thinking I may get a good crack at the spec’s, right then a burst of shoots range out to the south of me and the geese turned back straight north booking it out of there. As I set there I started thinking back to the first day and how many opportunities I have had over the 5 day period to kill some of the birds and of course was thinking, if I had only done this, or if I had only done that, or just taken that shot, etc. just then I look up and here come the whites again. This time they are low and really circling the field. On the 3 pass they lock up and are coming straight at me, they get straight above and hook back over the other field. They then swing again right back at me, this time there feet are down and wings fully bowed dropping right into my lonely 4 goose decoys. I bring the gun up and slam my face hard into the stock making sure to not pick my head up to look at my target and center the blue up, fire and punch him hard. I see he is going down so I swing to another bird and pull the trigger watching if fold and turn to one other and squeeze off but get a click. I am not sure if I only loaded two shells or if my gun bottom ejected my last shell or what but I of course didn’t care as I had my blue hammered! I can’t began to describe the excitement I was feeling knowing I had just nailed my trophy bird.
It’s really crazy to think back now over the week and think what it took to target this one bird. I have in the past had opportunities to target a single bird just like one would a big game animal and I can say that this hunt was amazing. To me it rivaled my elk hunt in excitement and anticipation. Hope you guys enjoyed taking the ride with me on this adventure and sorry for being such a poor story teller. Thanks to all who wished me luck on this adventure!!!!!!!!!!