re: Second Split Optimism Thread

Im always good for a shocker!

Come on Last Coco...banning me takes all the fun out of the ending.....or does it.

Baw gimme a call I could really upgrade that spread ya got there

I missed it, email it

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Baw gimme a call I could really upgrade that spread ya got there

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We used to do it with a group of 6 or 8 guys, 700+ rags a couple dozen shells and full bodies.

I just did a hundred because I was by myself and that is all I had rolling around under my back seat.

I'm definitely looking to get back into it. I forgot how much I enjoyed laying down out there in the middle of it.

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Nothing like them 747s feet down all around you!

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When they start circling around you at top speed, sounding like small jets.....DAMN!

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Nothing like them 747s feet down all around you!

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So the story goes...

We go out and duck hunt they morning before. Killed 2 buffelheads and a dos gris. Saw maybe 100 ducks in a place where it isn't uncommon to see 1000's of flight ducks a morning.

That said, the geese were there. They rolled all morning. As soon as a group passed over and their calls got faint in the distance, here'd come another group. I bet we saw 5000 to 10,000 geese. Kind of hard to count at that point...

Anyway, I had a pack of 100 rags still in the packaging under my back seat that had been back there a couple of years since the last time I threatened to do this. The stars aligned and the time had finally come to dance to the band that was playing. When God gives you snow geese... you go snow goose hunting.

After the duck hunt I began tying knots in the rags and drinking beer much to the delight of the other guys in the camp. I heard "You ain't going to kill shite." and "You're wasting your time..." all afternoon and into the night. All the while geese kept steadily flying over the camp.

I woke up the next morning and as we are getting ready they asked if I was seriously going to try it. I said, "Hell yeah. Even sober I still think its a good idea."

They said, "You must still be drunk."

I told them if only killed one goose it would be a success to me.

I get all set up, and through out the morning most big flights that passed within calling distance would veer towards me, check up a little, and roll out. I got one group of about a dozen to circle me twice before rolling out.

I'm losing hope rapidly and about 9 am here comes another big bunch from the North. I'm laying between rows on my side and calling at them as they approach. Just then I hear a loud, close honk and my ears perked up. I roll back to my South and here comes this single floating straight in. I sit up and draw a bead on him when he's about 30 yards out and 10 yards high and he doesn't even flinch. He just keeps coming. I shot him about 15 yards away, 3 feet off the ground pumping his wings to sit down. Close enough that I just shot him in the head as you can see in the pic.

One of the blinds being duck hunted could see the field I was in, and as soon as I shot one of the guys started laughing loudly and yelling "Holy shite!!!".

And that was it. I picked up about 10 am.

Not a great goose hunt by any guided goose hunt measurables, but damn satisfactory to do it by myself and have my premonition of a stupid single come true.

I got back to the camp and the guys were asking for the story, how I set up, and how I knew that all would happen. It felt pretty good.

My dad and I used to go on guided goose hunts every year in El Campo, TX and the Thornwell/Klondike, LA areas, so I knew what the idea was. He died in 1995, so that was the first time I've done it in 20 years.

Praying

It's nice when you have a trailer full and you can drive it around as you dump them out the back. 2 guys putting out stakes and 8 guys putting the bodies on really didn't take too long. Maybe 30-45 minutes.