What do grey whiskers mean in the world of waterfowl?
By: Trey Bullard
What do gray whiskers mean in the world of waterfowl? Think about that and how you became involved in the sport. Things become a little clearer that is all about the gray whiskers and the stories they can tell. Just like those of yester-year, there is a tale to tell from the frosted whiskers on ones face. Like the old grizzled guide who’s been chasing ducks for more than forty years who has stories to tell about blind burnings on sunken lands, triple dipping in the days of the point system, or those who made money over winter by shooting ducks out of rice fields in....
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Stay One Step Ahead of Late Season Honkers
By: Bryan Pietig
There is no question that late season Canada geese can bring some of the greatest challenges to even the most seasoned waterfowler, and for obvious reasons. By this time of year these birds have seen the decoys, heard the calling, and flown into numerous pits and blinds while seeing them open upon descent. To add to the madness, Mother Nature can throw harder curve balls than a major league pitcher during the months of December, January, and February which not only makes conditions extreme for the hunter, but changes the patterns and moods of geese on a daily basis. When the going gets this tough, you need to throw a few curve balls of your own.
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When Every Hunter's Dreams Become a Reality
By: Mick Hanan
On Saturday October 4th we (Nick Docken, Russ Docken, Cody Worner, Jason Wood, my dad and I) departed from Fergus Falls, MN destined for Western Saskatchewan. We left with high hopes and big dreams. Little did we know those lifelong dreams would actually become a reality.
After 18 hours on the road traveling almost a thousand miles, we arrived at our destination. It was nearly eleven o’clock at night. We had reservations at a newly opened bed and breakfast. A local married couple (Yvonne and Gille) were hosting us for the week and they were excited, yet a little nervous, for our arrival. This was the first time they were having a group of hunters stay with them and they weren’t quite sure what to expect. We were greeted with open arms and they allowed us to take over most of their house as well as their garage. We settled in and made ourselves comfortable and began the unpacking process. Next, it was time to sit down with the hosts, have a few beers, and get acquainted. Before long, it was time to turn in for the night.
In Canada you can’t hunt on Sundays, so we woke up Sunday morning at sunrise and headed out to see what the bird outlook was for the next few days. We spent the morning scouting a couple of honey holes from last year. It didn’t take long before we found out that our timing for the trip was looking pretty good. The mallards poured out of the big water and headed straight for the pea fields we were familiar with. They were followed by the snows, white-fronts and lesser Canada geese. As we watched the fields fill up with birds, our expectations for the week started to rise. We secured permission and headed back to the B & B for brunch. Our meal was excellent and continued to be that way all week. We spent the afternoon preparing our gear for the next morning and discussing a temporary plan. That evening we left the Dad’s at the ranch to cook dinner and the other four of us went back to our fields to assure the birds fed their again that evening. We were not disappointed. The number of birds had multiplied and things were looking good for the morning.
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