I know right now is the time where new memories are being made but I thought it would be cool for us to share our most memorable hunt so far. Please share. I'll start...
It was October 2000. I hadn't hunted much that fall and as the marsh was starting to freeze I wanted to give it a go one last time. My buddy suggested we try Maude Rd. I had never been there.
We got there at O-Dark-Thirty and there was a little snow cover and the marsh was frozen. All we had was my Coleman Scanoe and little 3 HP motor. Luckily a party with a big mud boat launched and plowed through the ice to points unknown. My little 3 horse would have nothing to do with all those ice chunks but we tried to follow the big boats trail anyway. We didn't get far. It was way to hard going and my little motor was taking a beating.
I think we ended up about 200 yards or so from the ramp and the sun was starting to come up. I didn't realize we had been trying to get through the ice for so long. So I remembered reading in a mag somewhere about busting open a hole in the ice and shoving the sheet of ice under the main ice to get it out of the way. We walked in a big circle and broke open a hole about 10 yards wide and shoved the ice out of the way.
I tossed a handful of mallard dekes in the hole, a few Canada shells on the edge of the ice and a Baby Mojo.
Then the magic began! Holy cow!
I swear every duck within 10 miles dropped into that little hole in the ice. We had flocks of 15-20 Mallards dropping in. We had whistlers, bluebills, bufflehead. I couldn't believe it!
We both had our limit in less than an hour. Unbelievable!
Now here's a funny part to the story, sort of. My poor wife woke up sick as hell that morning, she had the flu something fierce, fever, vomit, the works. Plus we had a 2 year old at home she had to take care of. So she was calling me every 10-15 minutes with the "are you coming home yet?", "I'm dying!"...
Well like I said, we limited fast so we packed up and got out of there.
I get home and my wife is dying from the flu, the kid needs to be looked after so I just leave my limit of fat greenheads on the front porch to be dealt with the next morning.
Here's another "funny" part. I go out the next morning to retrieve my ducky feast and they're all gone!!
There is nothing but a couple feathers and a blood spot. I look around a little and see there is a fox trail in the snow from my porch to the woods across the street. That little bugger took my ducks, one bye one, and toted them off to his/her den!
Man! What and end to the best hunt I have ever had.