After working hard and quickly adapting to find a way to kill a goose on the farm one day, I returned the next day to hunt with TB and Steve. Conditions were weird. 50 degrees. Fog. No wind. The geese had fed throughout the previous day in the rain. What in the world would they do today? What we did next, well, I can't really explain why we did it, but we did. We decided to hunt the East Pit, where I have not shot a goose since December 2009, but have returned, like a dummy, at least once a season since then. It's my comfort zone, and it's not a good one.
We had a few small flocks of geese take a look, but they just weren't really motivated to come into the spread. Maybe if we had stayed longer. Put out more decoys. Less decoys. Called better. The geese didn't do anything consistent on this day, and I learned almost nothing, which is rare.
Here's what I did learn - repeating the same mistakes and expecting the law of averages to right the wrongs of the past is a loser's game. I won't hunt that pit again until I personally see live geese standing on top of it. It's time to hunt differently. Harder. Smarter.