Last day of regular season for me

After I got home late from Weed's field, I put my stuff away and called my buddy Donovan to see if he wanted to go hunting the next morning.
There was no answer and I was almost hoping he wouldn't call back so I would have a day to recuperate before going back to work.
No such luck, Donovan called a half hour later. I told him my plan and we hung up with plans to meet in the morning.
I didn't want to drive too far so I could get more sleep. I decided to hit a field I hadn't shot yet only because the owner lets anyone hunt it. Without knowing when it was shot last it was kinda a crap shoot field. I didn't really know if we would see a bird.
After we got to the field I let Donovan know the reason I wanted to shoot it, and when I wanted to pack it in. I decided noon O'clock is all I wanted to give this field to produce geese. Now as anyone that has been in the outdoors with me knows, I stay until limit or dark, so the noon time curfew was very uncharacteristic of me. I just didn't have a whole lot of confidence in this field and I did want to relax for a little bit.
So when the first flock silently came in like ghosts through the snow I had to do a double take. Yep, they were geese so after some brief persuasion and a couple times around the spread they got into range. I gave the order and my gun blazed and 2 geese fell.
Donovan's first words were,"my gun jammed" so we had to wait for another flock. The good news was I had renewed confidence in the field. It wasn't too long before we had another flock working. Bang another goose, and another flock working and bang another goose.
Then we were done....time please....10 am.
AWESOME, we packed it in and headed to the house.Even as we were picking up the spread we had many geese flying, wanting to dump into the field. I would guess we saw at least 500 plus geese sliding in and out of sight.
Turned out to be a great day and great shoot for my last day of regular season.

And we waited

Weed and I went right back out to "his" field yesterday. I had another easy limit day dancing in my head..... until the weather broke.
The sun came out and all hopes of an early limit were dashed. There were geese trading back and forth between roosts but they didn't want to play. We slept,talked and waited for the evening flight.
They won't move when the suns out until last light. Then you need 'em to get to the spread in a hurry, finish 'em and get home.
We finally got the geese we wanted and man did they show up. We had 100-150 geese converging on us at one point only to bug out and fly away.
We were able to get a flock to cup and commit and I dropped 2. The skies were still black with geese so I stayed put and kept calling. I noticed one of my geese steadily walking away, so once the flying geese retreated I ran/walked out to put him down. After I shot him I heard Weed yell at me to get down. I looked to my right and 1 single goose was comin' in fast and low. So I dropped onto my stomach in the field and let Weed work the magic. I watched the goose as long as I could until he got behind me to my right.
I heard Weed stopped calling, and then there was 1 lone shot. I turned to see the goose drop right into our spread. After a couple hoops and hollars and a slight recap of the last gooses demise we got down to breakin' the spread down.
As we were stowing our gear we watched as a nice flock of mallards circle. They were playing follow the leader with 2 hen wood ducks that were leading the pack. The woodies actually put down in the field 5 yards from where I was standing it was pretty cool.

Weed's Field

Yep that's right I said Weed's field.
After weeks of rejection he finally got permission to hunt a field. I won't tell you he's had permission to hunt yotes on it for years, so getting to hunt geese on it wasn't a real stretch.
Anyway as it was Weed's field, it of course had a hundred or so geese on it yesterday. The roost at Hamilton Lake was holding 1,500 birds so there were plenty of birds in the area.
We met up, drove out in the field (it was nice to drive out there instead of having to pack everything in) and set up on a little rise.
We were sitting there talking when 1 goose came in low and slow to the N of us. We called but the goose was acting really weird, he set down about 100 yards away from us all by his lonesome. Well Weed had had enough and started to put a sneak on the goose. He got about 40 yards away from me and our set up when the skies darkened and the geese started working the spread. For whatever reason they flared out and the flock behind them followed suit. That was kind of a blessing cause Weed got tired of crawling, so he decided to stand up and just try to get close enough to the goose to shoot him. Well the goose took off and swung around into our spread where I was waiting to put him down for a dirt nap.
Weed got back to our set up and snuggled into his blind and waited for the rest of the geese to show up. It didn't take too long and we had honks cupping and slipping into the "death zone".
I honestly can't remember who called the shot. I just remember sitting up squeezing the trigger, hearing shotguns barking and watching 3 geese fall from the sky.
Game over, it's only 10 am so we picked up the spread as quickly as we could, and got out of the field. Before we left however we did a little scouting for the next time we would hit this field, which will be tomorrow or Thurs.
The birds up there were acting really weird, we attributed it to more hunting pressure up north. For some reason they didn't really want to finish until we hit the calls real hard. We also had a couple flocks flare off which hasn't happened alot this year, but up there it just seemed they saw something they didn't like. Well enough bout that we got in shot 4 and got out hoping to shoot it again in the next couple days.
It was a super fun hunt.

New Years Eve hunt

Weed, Donovan, and I got out and stayed out Dec 31.
We were set up before the crack of dawn and laid in wait through the nice weather and the rain for our chance at some geese.
After noonish the first flock came over of which we dropped 2 out of it. Then another flock and once again we dropped 2.
We had one more flock work from behind us. They came over when we were all hangin' around with our blinds open. To my surprise they looked like they wanted to work so we put it to 'em. I was waiting for Weed to call the shot, while watching the birds land in groups getting closer to us, and in range. Apparently someone got anxious and blind doors opened and shotguns roared. The ground however stayed uncluttered- nothing fell. I did notice one flying lower than the rest, as I watched it looked to me like it went down.
The journey was a long one (400-500 yards) but worth it. I saw the goose in the next field over, when I got up to it to pick it up I noticed it wasn't the one I was looking for. So I picked him up and kept looking, after walking another 800-1000 yards I gave up. I figured either he didn't go down or he managed to avoid me, either way he was coyote food.
The goose I found, I figure was one of the geese from the first flock, that got hit but didn't drop. So it was a good thing I went to look for the other goose, if I hadn't I would've never found the one I did.

Sorry no pics, I did take some pics but it was a little after sunset and they didn't turn out at all.