It's been a while since I've pulled the decoys out, but the freezer is full of deer and bear and I finally had some time to do a little wingshooting. Only problem was, we were short on guns. It was just me and my Benelli and my buddy The Mtn Man and his Remington. We had at least 7 separate flights of geese commit to the spread this morning, and the last flight actually merged 3 or 4 separate flights into one giant gaggle of noisy birds. We only needed two birds when the last group circled us probably 5 or 6 times before deciding to commit. Then it was bang, bang, flop, flop, we're done. A pretty good morning for two old mountain boys.
