Monday, February 3, 2014

Busted Forecast, Busted Hunt

Sometimes you just have to make a call and go for it.  I donated a hunt on my lease for a charity auction last year and the lucky winners cashed in, or at least they tried to.

I hired extra help (an up and coming goose caller) to really run the hunt so the donors could enjoy their hunt and not really have to work (or call geese). The first polar vortex had just cleared, leaving us relatively pleasant, if moist, 40 degree temperatures.  I was a bit anxious about a fog bank that was supposed to blow inland by 5am.

I left home at 5:30am and saw plenty of  fog on the road - bad sign.  Fog all the way to the farm.  Fog after sunrise.  We were standing around outside the goose pit, not having heard a single goose call from the creek.  Out of the fog came four Canada Geese headed right into our spot.  Of course, all of our guns were in the goose pit.   At the last second, the birds flared and flew away, and we never got that close again.

As I sat helplessly in the goose pit, I watched waves of fog moving in from the Chesapeake Bay, sometimes reducing visibility down to 100 feet or so.  We called the hunt off at 3pm having had only a few geese come close.  None wanted to land, although a few groups circled around once.

I'm bad luck in these goose pits in the late season.  Maybe it's just me, but these geese seem awful smart.  Here's a picture of them on the roadside, down the road from our lease (a guide hunts this field 1-2 days per season).  Smart birds.

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