A longtime friend and his son joined up for the weekend as they did last year. Great to see them and swap stories.
John had done a fair bit of scouting during the week preceding the opening and at dark-thirty we five trudged out and set up the decoys where John had seen many, many geese. We sat and waited, and waited and sat....no geese. Then geese, but they winged their way by on either side of us well out of shot range. We saw a small flock of sandhill cranes several times throughout the morning, that was interesting. Finally geese approach but land in a far field. The young ones Russ and Mitch decide to go flush them. Of course the geese again went on their way no where near us.
Finally, with the boys still way across the fields a pair of geese come to John's beckoning call. He downed one for the dog to chase and I dumped the other out front of me. Yeah, dinner!!
Then not long after and small flock came our way and our friend Linc and I each downed one. The kids wandered back and we sat for another while listening to our stomach growl. Finally, we decide to call it a morning, stand up and the inevitable happens. Mitch yelled "Geese!!" We did the emergency reload - apparently the only one focused enough was Mitch as he downed a beautiful snow goose. So that was it for the day. Slow, but fun never the less.
Sunday I had to feed calves so the fellas went out to a different field and spent the morning staring at the sky. ( later they checked Saturday's field to find it full of geese) Russ got a loan green-wing teal for his first ever duck. That was it for the morning.
Fun weekend, and well not too many geese or ducks to deal with.
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Their steaks, roasts and burger to me! Tom 
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