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Posted on 11/24/14 at 1:02 pm to ChiefBowman
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Is duck hunting Louisiana all by boat?
Hell no! When the limits were only 3 back in the 90s....buddy and I walked 1/4 mile in Sabine Refuge with 3 dozen dekes, two shotguns..and a silty mud bottom that you'd sink up to your nads in...and then up to your chest in water.
On the bright side...I was in some of the best shape of my life back then.
Posted on 11/24/14 at 1:32 pm to NASA_ISS_Tiger
No doubt you have very bad karma.
Posted on 11/24/14 at 2:39 pm to lsuson
I read this whole thread and I got you all beat.
Saturday evening sitting in my shoothouse with the plexiglass sliders still closed because it was a little nippy, I ripped a fart that almost made me fall out of the fricking thing. You guys don't know struggle.
Saturday evening sitting in my shoothouse with the plexiglass sliders still closed because it was a little nippy, I ripped a fart that almost made me fall out of the fricking thing. You guys don't know struggle.
Posted on 11/24/14 at 2:45 pm to lsuson
Ive definitely heard of worse. For instance, my teacher in HS had her husband get shot in the head by her father on a duck hunt.
Posted on 11/24/14 at 3:03 pm to lsuson
You kill a banded duck and its in your top five worst. Where do you normally hunt, in a park.
Posted on 11/24/14 at 9:15 pm to LSUTiger205
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I was hunting in hopedale one time and we had to raft down two sets of class five Rapids in my pow pow's pirogue. Ended up dropping my 22 mag in a glacier but had a can of spam, so I used the top like a frickin outback boomerang. God damn coots shite in my browning jacket hood and I drank some high life the night before and shite my drawers. frick that hunt baw
Posted on 11/24/14 at 9:30 pm to LSUTiger205
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I was hunting in hopedale one time and we had to raft down two sets of class five Rapids in my pow pow's pirogue. Ended up dropping my 22 mag in a glacier but had a can of spam, so I used the top like a frickin outback boomerang. God damn coots shite in my browning jacket hood and I drank some high life the night before and shite my drawers. frick that hunt baw
This post has had me crying laughing for almost 5 minutes
Posted on 11/24/14 at 9:37 pm to NASA_ISS_Tiger
Spent two days in the Sabine mud this weekend
HELL
HELL
Posted on 11/25/14 at 8:02 am to lsuson
My very first duck hunt went as followed.
Slept over at my friends house on the couch. The couch had this horrible bar that landed perfectly on the lower back. Hardly slept. Got up at 3AM. Drove about 1.5 hours to our place. It was about 25 degrees that morning and all the water was frozen over with about 3/4 inch ice. Had to wade through that to get to our area. Once there, I started to get really really cold because I can't ever get my damn feet warm even with 1200 plus thinsulate. Come shooting time, not a single damn duck passes over. We eventually started shooting the ice because of boredom.
Slept over at my friends house on the couch. The couch had this horrible bar that landed perfectly on the lower back. Hardly slept. Got up at 3AM. Drove about 1.5 hours to our place. It was about 25 degrees that morning and all the water was frozen over with about 3/4 inch ice. Had to wade through that to get to our area. Once there, I started to get really really cold because I can't ever get my damn feet warm even with 1200 plus thinsulate. Come shooting time, not a single damn duck passes over. We eventually started shooting the ice because of boredom.
Posted on 11/25/14 at 8:56 am to DeepSouthSportsman
Attach Go-Devil to Yeti. Keep on huntin'!
Posted on 11/25/14 at 9:22 am to DeepSouthSportsman
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This is a bad duck hunt
the duck commander himself...that shite was funny. he really thought it was a good idea. this makes me laugh everytime we talk about it
Posted on 11/25/14 at 9:59 am to WHODAT514
Just glad I was on the rescue mission and not in the boat when that shite went down
Posted on 11/25/14 at 10:14 am to DeepSouthSportsman
No doubt
This post was edited on 11/25/14 at 10:15 am
Posted on 11/25/14 at 10:28 am to WHODAT514
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DeepSouthSportsman
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WHODAT514
Either one of you made it to Avoyelles this weekend?
Posted on 11/25/14 at 10:47 am to brass2mouth
My bad hunts always seem to happen when all water gets pushed out and we are walking or trying to push pirogue through sink to mid calf every step kinda mud.
Posted on 11/25/14 at 10:48 am to Larry Gooseman
Mid calf? Try past the knee
Posted on 11/25/14 at 11:35 am to 007mag
I have a funny one from my old lease when i was in high school. Going hunting one morning just me and a buddy and my dog. Water has blown out due to the north wind and its about 30 degrees. Busting the remaining ice/mud/slush with the boat in the canal. Well the fricking crabber left a trap in the canal and with the water being low i smoked it with my old 40 shortshaft tohatsu. My dog straight ejects 20 yards into the air and into the canal and i go flying all the way to front and crash heads with my buddy (he was 240 i was 150 i lost). All our shite is either in the grass or in the canal. Well since we came off plane I couldnt get us back on step with the water being so low. Well after collecting all our gear we try to make it to the go-devil boat where we would switch out. Also at this time i realize i split my head open when i went flying the full 20 feet of my tunnel hull. Anyways we finally walk the last 300 yards to the other boat. Load up the little boat to head to the blind. Didnt think with it being so cold that the compression on the block would be basically frozen. I pull the ole rubber handle, the knot at the end breaks loose, i punch myself square in the nose, and knock myself out unconscious. Buddy wakes me up i am look straight into the sky with warm blood pouring from my nose. Well i stumble up...fall back down...try one more time..fell back over.....gave it one more shot.....then went head first in a huge pile salt grass....BOOM! I crawl on my hands and knees to where he is. He is laughing his arse off. Told him to go frick himself and to throw out some decoys in the canal and shoot whatever comes in. This is the time before cell-phones so around 1130 my dad comes down the canal in another boat. Im sitting in the little go-devil boat covered in blood, my buddy has his ducks around his neck, and my dog is just running around chasing marsh hens. He pulls up and looks at me and then looks at my buddy and says "Well at least you and Charger had a good hunt". He killed 6 teal and i gave myself a concussion.
This post was edited on 11/25/14 at 11:45 am
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