Killed some Sandhill Cranes Yesterday Morning

My bird dog has been in Amarillo with a trainer the last few months and I had to go pick her up day before yesterday. I reach out to a friend and he let my step dad and I use his camp so we didn't have to deal with a hotel and dogs, etc.

It's just us two guys and when we pull in a few ducks got up off a tank by the main entrance. The camp owner called to make sure we got in safely and I mentioned the ducks. He said we could hunt. So that afternoon we ran the dog and checked quite a few tanks on the ranch. On an isolated tank on the far back corner of the property we jumped between 75-100 ducks. So we made a little make shift blind out of mesquite limbs right at dark and threw out a dozen mallard and 6 teal decoys.

The hunt the next morning was awesome. We killed a green wing, a gadwall, 7 widgeon... and a hooded merganser.

The coolest part though was totally unexpected. I hear the distinct call of a sandhill crane in the distance. I look in my blind bag and sure enough I had a half a box of goose shot left over from my last goose hunt rolling around in the bottom of my bag. My step dad and I go to scrambling to unload our 2 3/4" #4's and reloaded with some 3" T's.

2 come over the tank about 30 yards high and we crushed them. We're pumped, slapping high fives and discussing how unexpected that was.

10 minutes later, the same thing happened again.

Good memory making right there, baw.

Merry Christmas fellas.