Oh Come All Ye Faithfull

[Freezer]

  Fun and safe hijinks's are always on the menu when I hunt with my my friend Mark.  This particular hunt we were sitting in a duck blind.  The morning was cool with a lite breeze and a low fog cieling.  We had a couple ducks down but then the action stopped.  The morning the conversation went to Christmas after forty minutes of no ducks. The Christmas spirit over took me.  I had a wing setter call around my neck and thought it might be a good time for some Christmas music    I raised my musical instrument to my lips and tuned it to Sprig. I began whistling the most beautiful rendition of "Oh Come Al Ye Faithfull" in the key of Sprig you ever wanted to hear   As I raised my eyes with praise and thanksgiving eight sprig descended through the fog directly over our blind   I guess the next song should have been "Joy to the World" but Disney came to mind,  "Well I done seen everything when I see an Elephant fly .
  Do you have a good duck/goose story?

[Specklebelly]

    Do you have a good duck/goose story?

Good thread and that was a pretty neat story.  I wonder what the other people at the marsh were thinking. 

This probably isn't what you were looking for but my best story from duck hunting was really a bad situation for me, but I learned a HUGE lesson. 

When I was in high school my dad, his friend and I went out on a really cold duck hunt.  We broke ice for several hundred yards.  I was in the front with a paddle banging the ice (exhausting) and we finally made it to our spot.  We made a hole for the decs, got them all set up and was about ready to start hunting.  If I remember correctly the temperature was eight degrees that day.

We were hunting in the water and the ducks started flying.  I leaned up against a tree to hide myself and the tree snapped in two and splash, I was in the water.

Long story short, my dad took me to the truck and by the time we arrived I was so cold I could not walk or even feel my feet.  Dad had to carry me and being 6'3" that was not an easy task.  Good thing, I was a bean pole.

Needless to say after an hour or so I warmed up, changed cloths, went back and we shot three limits.

Lessoned learned, don't be stupid for ducks. 

[Freezer]

   Any duck hunting story is a good story!  Last year on a blue bird sky hunt a flock of honkers came in too high to shoot at.  Mark was frantically fishing in his pack for his honker call with no luck.  As they moved out of range I said, "Hey Mark let me try something."  Desperate for something he agreed and I shouted, "HON..KEE"... they answered.  Dumbfounded he stood there saying, "That didn't happen" so I shouted again, "Hon..Kee".  They answered again and two broke off and made a half hearted look at the blind.  With no goose decoys out it was only a fleeting glance but it goes to show, ya never can tel!

[Specklebelly]

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I have been pondering and have three more:

1.  A few years ago I shot a mallard drake and I just broke his wing.  On his way down it was flapping and trying to fly and it hit a tree and it quit moving.  Then I saw two splashes.   

I went over and there he was, decapitated.  In the water was his body and head, floating seperately. 

2.  I was goose hunting this year and we had a flock of honkers circling.  We were trying to get them close for my son to shoot.  I was getting ready to make the call to "shoot" and the closest goose dropped dead before he shot.  Apparantly it was a cripple from another hunter.  Bad news is we had to count it as part of our limit.

3.  Non-waterfowl related:  I was pheasant hunting in the 90's and we flushed a cock at the end of a field.  No one had time to shoot and it hit the power lines and dropped deader than a doornail.

[lewdogg21]

3.  Non-waterfowl related:  I was pheasant hunting in the 90's and we flushed a cock at the end of a field.  No one had time to shoot and it hit the power lines and dropped deader than a doornail.

Up in southern Oregon this year I asked my Dad what these flashy spinning deals were that were attached to power lines.  Turns out they were to keep (well try too) the waterfowl and especially Specks coming back up North in the Spring from flying into the lines and knocking out the power. I guess it happened so much the power company started doing this and now there's a spring hunt in Oregon for em.  I would have never guessed.