T and I after a cold, snowy morning on the River. My last hunt of the season.
So. It's gone. Another season in the books. My brother T and I got out for a river hunt on the next-to-last day. It was snowy and right around 30 degrees. Great conditions. We killed a few ducks, including T's first ever Canvasback, which made it even better. I'll post up the story of our hunt once T sends me his pictures.
I'm done with waterfowl until at least September. T is headed down for one last hunt with his tugboat buddies on VA's eastern shore, then he'll be done, too. While the Conservation Order for Light Geese is in effect, and a few pockets of (Res. Pop) Canada Goose season will remain open, it's basically all done. The timing is not bad.
My face has been burnt and dried out for the last month. My lips and hands are cracked. My back has been bothering me for about 10 days, and now I can't bend over at all. My wife would like to see me a lot more, although those are not the exact words she would use to express it. A lot of things have to get done between now and late April, when fishing, turkey hunting, and gardening all start back up. And conveniently, we have not had a solid migration of birds since our freeze-up in December. The total number of ducks and geese are not bad, but I'll tell you - they definitely grew wise to our plans. The migration route for humans isn't much better:
So I am really happy that I had a decent hunting season and a really respectable variety of hunting opportunities. I'm looking forward to digging back into work and some home repair in preparation for another season afield..
And in this year's snowy February, I have a new, totally mobile challenge!
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