Sunday I scouted my field in Auburn and had 30-50 geese on it, I shot Jake a text with what I had and he shot back, I've got more call me. So we figured out where we were going on Monday and it turned out to be one of Jake's spots. We put out all the full bodies in his trailer stubbled up the blinds and settled to wait for the geese to fly. Unfortunately with the fog, they took their sweet time. When they finally did fly there were only 9, and they had the good sense to fly over while we were standing up loitering around the blinds and adjusting the spread. So we gave them 'til 2 and then picked up without firing a shot.
Tuesday we did an afternoon hunt in the same field in a different spot. When we were circling the field we spotted 10 on a hilltop, so we boosted them off and set up right where they were. We had birds moving and confidence was high when I spotted a line of geese just a little under a mile away. I got to flagging and Jake hit the call, we got these geese turned and coming in on a string.... only to land 100 yards from us. For whatever reason, they would not commit and come any closer, they just short stopped us and started to eat. We got up to kick them out, discussed what just happened, got back in the blinds and continued the hunt. It wasn't too long I saw another flock was comin' in all silent like, they were alot closer and when Jake asked, "where are they", all I could say was, right there in front. We got down and started calling only to have this flock do the exact same thing as the first. Well, this time they were a little closer and we decided to shoo them off the easy way.... with a hail of steel. Nothing fell... except our spirits. We had a little time left so we moved our blinds forward to cut the distance and if they tried that again at least we would have a shot at getting a goose. Nothing else wanted to play, so we packed up the dozen and a half decoys and gear and headed to the house, again with nothing to clean.
Wednesday I headed to Auburn by myself for an evening hunt, to shoot the geese that I had seen on Sunday evening. I got my gear out, my blind stubbled, decoys set and settled in for the arrival of the guests of honor. Come to find out, unfortunately, that list only had 3 on it and they flew behind me with a couple honks. I don't think they even gave me a look or slowed to see the party I put out just for them. So there I was packing up one more time in the dark, dragging my gear the 500 yards to the truck. Only to come to the realization the next year I will have a big enough trailer to put a 4 wheeler in... then, of course, I'll need a wheeler.
A smarter person would just sell all the gear and camo and retire... thank goodness I'm not that smart.
Only one more week to shoot a goose
then I got coyote for a couple weeks
then it's time to put all the hunting silliness away and get the boat ready. I'll be able to fish for a couple weeks. Then it'll be turkey season 👍 for a minute then back to fishing.
Busy, busy, busy......
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