This is my good friend Cap'n Tom Blakeney with his fine pointing lab, Ben, and Tucker during an early season hunt on Long Lake that turned into a not entirely unsuccessful comedy of errors. Good people, Good times.
Tucker and four handsome honkers, the results of our first goose hunt of the season. Big Jonny did the homework, the calling, and was responsible for the two of those big beautiful birds.
These are wonderful pics of a hunt that didn't go so spendidly. A perfect lesson in scouting: don't do it a month early and expect results. Didn't see a single duck in three hours but had a great-horned owl come down to the waters edge in front of the blind and drink from the pond. Malachi still remembers that big magnificient raptor and his haunting call.
Josiah, Tucker and Malachi with the results of a solo morning hunt. Another valuable lesson learned, though I would repeat this mistake a few times throughout the season: don't hunt the roost and expect results. Worth watching the morning sun greet a glorious autumn day on the pond? Absolutely!
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