Killintime88
UAEC
Sometimes the pleasure, aint worth he strain....
Well, its that time of year again.. I'm in a mad scramble to scout, improve my rig, tend to decoys, counting steal shot, looking at maps and putting in the miles. This past Tuesday I must have walked a 100 miles on a local WMA.. I called my self hog hunting, but I really was walking to every back water slough, creek, lake and bottom the property offered. From daylight to 2pm I navigated the woods with a day pack and a passion for ducks. I managed to spot three wood ducks and decide to eat my lunch watching them swim... I guess that's when it dawned on me ... I must be mad, or insane, or just dumb. I'm backing out of needed overtime at work, walking off from the deer woods, and day dreaming through Sunday school about potential duck holes.. If id put half the amount of effort into my job, that I spend on ducks, id be rich... I wouldn't even consider myself a successful duck killer... I have yet to kill my personal limit of 3 wood ducks on any Georgia hunt after 5 seasons.... I have hunted 4 and 5 day stretch's and not even shot... Yet the next morning, I find my self launching the boat and heading up river alone, just knowing I got them figured out. I refuse to hunt unethically, and try to utilize state land as much as possible. I may kill enough for the wife to cook up a dressing... BUT I LOVE IT.... Slap mesmerized by birds flipping into a kill zone I spent days finding. My typical harvest of one bird will have me pumped... A few ducks don't carry the MEAT Value a deer offers, but every morning I'm in a deer stand I find my eyes to the sky... Just hoping to catch a glimpse of passing birds... I do get out to Arkansas every year and have my killing fits, and we do pile up some birds... I am studding on building up my property to hold birds... But my question to yall is.... What keeps ya going on the local river/swamp hunts here in Georgia? Where success can be so limited... I cant really explain it, and I'm not going to get all poetic, but I do love a swamp sunrise...
Well, its that time of year again.. I'm in a mad scramble to scout, improve my rig, tend to decoys, counting steal shot, looking at maps and putting in the miles. This past Tuesday I must have walked a 100 miles on a local WMA.. I called my self hog hunting, but I really was walking to every back water slough, creek, lake and bottom the property offered. From daylight to 2pm I navigated the woods with a day pack and a passion for ducks. I managed to spot three wood ducks and decide to eat my lunch watching them swim... I guess that's when it dawned on me ... I must be mad, or insane, or just dumb. I'm backing out of needed overtime at work, walking off from the deer woods, and day dreaming through Sunday school about potential duck holes.. If id put half the amount of effort into my job, that I spend on ducks, id be rich... I wouldn't even consider myself a successful duck killer... I have yet to kill my personal limit of 3 wood ducks on any Georgia hunt after 5 seasons.... I have hunted 4 and 5 day stretch's and not even shot... Yet the next morning, I find my self launching the boat and heading up river alone, just knowing I got them figured out. I refuse to hunt unethically, and try to utilize state land as much as possible. I may kill enough for the wife to cook up a dressing... BUT I LOVE IT.... Slap mesmerized by birds flipping into a kill zone I spent days finding. My typical harvest of one bird will have me pumped... A few ducks don't carry the MEAT Value a deer offers, but every morning I'm in a deer stand I find my eyes to the sky... Just hoping to catch a glimpse of passing birds... I do get out to Arkansas every year and have my killing fits, and we do pile up some birds... I am studding on building up my property to hold birds... But my question to yall is.... What keeps ya going on the local river/swamp hunts here in Georgia? Where success can be so limited... I cant really explain it, and I'm not going to get all poetic, but I do love a swamp sunrise...