My baptism into the awesome sport of duck hunting took place when I was twenty-nine years old and should’ve known better. My “John The Baptist” was long-time buddy Ned who had duck hunted since high school. Before dawn we waded … Continue reading →
It took until the last weekend of the Missouri early teal season but the little bastards finally got here. After several sweaty and unproductive teal hunts my partner Bob Ritter finally saw something to swat at besides mosquitos.
Below: Bob’s Lab Pearl retrieves a blue wing teal.
If you have to bag a lot of birds to have a good duck season 2012 was not your kind of year. We didn’t have many good days… unless you consider watching a beautiful Missouri sunrise or grilling sausage & cheese biscuits with friends in a twenty-six year old duck blind a good day. How about stroking the damp fur of a good Lab who would rather be there with you than any place else on earth and would eagerly leap into ice-cold water to retrieve a duck (if you ever shot one)? What about an evening sitting by a fire, cradling a cold drink in your gloved hand while hoping to spot a late flight of wood ducks cruising in for the night or a doe getting an early start on her nightly prowl for acorns and left-over field corn?
If these things float your layout boat then you would have been right at home at the Lone Oak Duck Club this past season.