This post may be a little premature since waterfowl opener still hasn’t been determined and is most likely at least two months away, but hey, I am not feeling entirely spring fresh this morning and can write about whatever I want so fuck you! Spring runoff is long since gone and I tend to drift a little. Every year, I seem to buy some gimmicky decoy type thing and the decoy propeller (as shown above) will be the piece-de-resistance at only $10. I’ll of course need at least two or more depending on whether I am going for the j-hook spread, the inverted V or just clumping. Ducks and geese will see the movement, drop their wings and lock into the spread. Then I will shoot, they will all fly away and Miles will squeak at me with utter disappointment as only an epileptic, blind, deaf dog can do.
Ya know, in truth, when you figure the cost per pound of duck and goose meat especially considering by waterfowl season it may be $5/gallon (thanks W), it would be considerably more cost effective to go out and buy the most expensive jerky there is. Then give it away to your friends and coworkers. Where is the fun in that though? Arnold once responded when asked what is best in life, “To crush your enemies and see them driven before you and feel the lamentation of the women.” He has obviously never gotten up at the ass crack of dark, frozen his nuts off, and called/flagged/decoyed geese and ducks into a spread to blast away and smell the wonderful aroma of gun powder in the morning. It smells like victory…
2 comments:
Ed I'm very dissappointed....you didn't even mention the Crown. And it's not about shooting anything anyway. It's about watching the sun come up over the valley, seeing nature wake up, sitting in the blind and drinking whiskey before you can see the end of your barrel. Oh and something about good friends......I cann't wait!
good christ man....
i may have to shoot that thing. i can just picture it...geese swimming around, tangled in decoy cords, motoring off into the current, miles squeaking, ed yelling MILES MILES MILES, changing batteries in the wretched things, getting caught standing in river by ducks and geese flying overhead, and worst of all...having to listen to ed blow on a call...yikes!!! fuck it...i'm going to missoula to hang out with mrs. stockman too.
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