Andy are ya serious? I am askin for real. I have long been seperated from duck n goose hunting but darn sure rule all over the Midwest in the 60s-70s was no shooting anything ON the water. Nothing swimming could be taken legally. You eitherr had to flush em off yurself or wait till they naturally rose to feed but no waterfowl, duck or goose was legal to be blasted when on the water. You can imagine what I was saying about doing the low-crawl the last few yds. Then You laid there on yur belly positioned so low to the ground that the pattern of #4s or 6's were fired on such a flat trajectory as to cover half the dang slough and it was shootin carp in a 50 gal drum. Those dudes who were serious about murder had a polychoke set on modified to basicly birdshot and we really had fun as kids but in retrospect on the wing was much more fulfilling, even as a kid. My own first shotgun other than the family's Mod 12 was a single-shot, break-action 20 ga. made by Stevens or Savage-one in the same. My highlight of bird shooting came the last cpl yrs I was home and flushed pheasants literally at my feet and knew I had 1 chance, make or break. I am raised darn near on the MN-SD border and if you ever want to hunt pheasants lemme know. I used to buck hay for some farmers whose sons are now the premier hunting lodges there. We had a slough west of the homeplace, just a few acres but firebush & buckbrush. It often got planted but was frequently a swamp. In the fall we had "friends, or realtions" (none by blood) that the family patron had crossed the Atlantic in the Teens and settled 5 hr drive north east of us in Cloquet, MN, about 20 miles from Duluth/Lake Superior. This was a relationship that started on the boatride across the Atlantic where my Grandpa & the Culpaerts bonded on the ship, both immigrated to MN, and kept up the relationship. I still remember vividly to this day the smell of Dial soap and the feel of a shower, both of which were foreign to me until I was 6 or 7 yrs old and we went to Cloquet. Ol man Jules that had shipped across with Grandpa had a daughter who married a guy named Bud Reed. Bud was a great outdoorsman and after retiring from Diamond Match Co. (the papermill) he was a guide to his dieing day on the MN-CAN border in Baudette, MN. Dad would call him in a dry yr, in the fall, and tell Bud we were fixin to burn the slough. This was back in the day that slides and film projectors were king. They'd arrive and it was a big hoop-dee-doo to have them come visit. One yr I was watching out the kitchen window as they apprached and Bud had this big cylindrical pkg he was carrying up over his shoulder. "Cool" I thought, bud has slides to show us of all his hunting & fishing trips. Not so. What Bud had was 20 lbs of Lake Superior whitefish, smoked, and wrapped in freezer wrap. Dad always had a few of those squeezeable ketchup containers like you find at restaurants, filled with gasoline in the machine shed to wash grease off yur hands with. Dad would take Bud & I, go out to the slough and from the upwind side, dispense gas and catch the grass on fire. Bud & I were on the downwind side and the pheasants that dint run came flying outta there came a runnin and it was birdshoot city. I remember Bud & I wrapping hankies over our muzzles so we wouldnt be smoked out. It was GREAT fun Andy.
Ya know, its strange how ones' tastes change over the years. I am not much on hunting anymore, period. Some of that has to do with my geographic locale.
I dont wanna shoot a deer outta a baited blind. I dont find sport in killing ducks or geese I will leave for the critters. Oh I aint here saying I am an PETA boy, but the more the difficulty skills and to react to a flush strikes me as way more likeable nowadays. I shoe-not so much here as in TX, but a certain amount of field trial people that hunt upland birds off the back of gaited horses. That sport is attractive to me although I have never once involved myself. I guess the proximity of client/horsedude has always left it
a conflict of interests but man I am frothing at the bit to do it. Most of the clients (all) I have run into are first and foremost dog folks, and we conflict in ways. If you e3ver got a vacant spot and a need a dude who wont snivel if it wet, cold, and foggy lets hook it up. The worst that can happen is we will shoot at each other and laugh hilariously. The best is we will donate a goose to each welfare recipient and tell them eat up.
Dead Deer Good.
Alive Deer bad.
Way to go oh great trapper of Mice. I have also been trying to rid my tepee of mice as well. Got 3 in 2 days in a row but then they dried up. Tell Me Your real secret of trapping. Special sauce? Special aroma? Got to be something.CF
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Way to go oh great trapper of Mice. I have also been trying to rid my tepee of mice as well. Got 3 in 2 days in a row but then they dried up. Tell Me Your real secret of trapping. Special sauce? Special aroma? Got to be something.CF
ROTFLMAO Ed speaks Ugg!! Kill em all deer.
High fives to you too Ed!- DEER SUCK!!
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Shoer, we did the same thing when it came to ducks and geese. If I was on my belly for 1/2 to 3/4's of a mile in a corn field, you could bet the farm that when I finally got there that my first shot was going to be straight down a row when the most heads were up. It would look like dominos going down. The best one we ever did was bring our little sisters and put the truck in granny gear and we would jump in the back and shoot the pheasants when they got up as we were driving down the picked fields. On one windy day the birds were running instead of getting up so we were trying to figure out how to get them up. Well every farmer had a log chain or 5 in the back of the truck so we hooked all the chains together and then hooked one end to each truck hitch. Those birds would run but when that log chain hit them in the can they got up every time. I went home and told dad about our great invention and he was not impressed, I was a pheasant and deer driver for the rest of the season and could not even carry a gun.
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Shoer, we did the same thing when it came to ducks and geese. If I was on my belly for 1/2 to 3/4's of a mile in a corn field, you could bet the farm that when I finally got there that my first shot was going to be straight down a row when the most heads were up. It would look like dominos going down. The best one we ever did was bring our little sisters and put the truck in granny gear and we would jump in the back and shoot the pheasants when they got up as we were driving down the picked fields. On one windy day the birds were running instead of getting up so we were trying to figure out how to get them up. Well every farmer had a log chain or 5 in the back of the truck so we hooked all the chains together and then hooked one end to each truck hitch. Those birds would run but when that log chain hit them in the can they got up every time. I went home and told dad about our great invention and he was not impressed, I was a pheasant and deer driver for the rest of the season and could not even carry a gun.
Man that brings back memories Fatty. We had a fenceline that seperated our land from the neighbors, always weedy and 1/2 mile long. After a snow you could track em as they ran from you. Sometimes you had a visual, sometimes not. But sometimes the tracks ran out and you knew that sucker was literally hunkered down in the weeds at yur feet. 2 of the strangest things I have seen regarding pheasants is one time I was hot on the tracks of one and saw him duck into the fenceline weeds. This was always a popular place for fox & badger to dig holes and I was standing right there lookin at tail feathers when whatever was inhabiting the hole took it, it squawked like crazy for a few seconds. I later found it was a fox, it was trapping season and I used to clean out the shakers of the combine after harvesting oats and save all the seed/hull stuff. Once it snowed I'd spread about a 4 inch layer out over the open plowing and the field mice came first workin the grain and the fox followed after the mice. A cpl #2 leghold Victor longsprings was a deadly set and I had a nice 25-$30 payday for a prime pelt off an adult fox.
The other bizarre thing I saw was a pheasant perched in a tree on a day that was about 40 below 0*. I asked Dad about it and he said he had only seen that a very few times in his life and it was always when it was bitterly cold out. I have a pic of that one.
I am getting my interest up about trapping again after all these yrs. I did pretty good as a kid, had a farm license to drive when I was 14 and trapped a tributary of the Yellow Medicine River clear to the SD border, about a 20 mile trapline. Also trapped the area sloughs, muskrats were only worth about $1,25 each but numbers made up for it. Back in the 70s a prime fox brought $25-35, beaver 20-30, mink 30-35, coons 10-25, I made way more $ trapping for a cpl mos than I made all yr hiring out to buck bales or castrate pigs. I got some scrap plywood and a belt sander and made all my own stretchers but for beaver which were cased & stretched in the round back then.
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I trapped alot in the 80's and other than the muskrats the rest went up by a third. I had a sawed off 20ga that fit in the hood of my dad smowmobile and made enough money in one winter to buy myself a new smowmobile. My mom used to drive us up the river before she went to work and we had an old leaky jon boat that we floated down all day shooting muskrats. She would pick us up at the end of the day and the boat would be full, we couldn't hardly lift it back into the truck. Most people think I am kidding when I talk about trapping stripers, flicker tail, and pocket gophers. Great times and we did not have to worry about going to jail, heck we were doing everyone a favor.
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Andy are ya serious? I am askin for real. I have long been seperated from duck n goose hunting but darn sure rule all over the Midwest in the 60s-70s was no shooting anything ON the water. Nothing swimming could be taken legally. You eitherr had to flush em off yurself or wait till they naturally rose to feed but no waterfowl, duck or goose was legal to be blasted when on the water. By Shoer
As far as I know there is no Va. Law saying you can't shoot "Sitting Ducks". If it where a law then it would be unlawful to shoot a cripple which you shot while flying but now he is down and swimming away. One law is that you cannot shoot from a moving boat. For inistance, you knock a goose down and it sails out of gun range. You get in your boat and go after him. You must bring the boat to a stand still before you finish the goose off. Still your shooting it on the water.
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