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The first season hasn't been kind to me so far. Between slow hunts and a pair of waders that wont quit leaking, I've had better weeks. I met a guy last night that invited a buddy and me to hunt his place this morning. 7 ponds holding a good amount of woodies, and best of all, I could hunt from the bank. No cold feet for me.
We got there a little early, walked around a bit finding a place to hunt, and finally found a spot with a good view. My dog sat down for a while, but instead of watching the sky like normal, she kept staring at the bank about 30 yards away. Shooting time came, and still no birds. About then, my dog breaks and hauls ass down the bank. I yell at her to no avail. Right as she hits the water, a woodie drake flys up from inches away from her nose. As soon as it got far enough away to be safe I dusted it. Send her back and she fetches it. I took it from her, and before I threw it behind my buddy and I something said check the feet. Glad I did so. Even scratched out a couple more. Not a bad way to spend a morning.
woodie by BUSHBOND, on Flickr
Sorry for the poor quality cell phone pic. Forgot to grab the camera this morning.
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Originally Posted by Dook
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