Early goose season is almost missed
It was the same routine this year, except this season I went so far as to tell my wife that I had decided I wasn’t going to hunt at all. The heat and humidity, mosquitoes and fog were just too much.
Then I got a call from a much younger, eager hunting partner who wouldn’t hear of staying home. He lived on a farm that wasn’t being visited frequently by geese, but it was under the flight line they were taking to get to neighboring hay and grain fields. He took it upon himself to cut a hay field next to a pond and build a blind out of the bales.
It was a comfortable blind. He already had the decoys out when I got there. All I had to do was walk out and sit down in a lawn chair.
Within minutes of arriving, I was thankful that he had talked me into hunting. As the sky grew lighter, wood ducks starting buzzing around the pond. A mallard tried to land in the goose decoys. The fog delayed the arrival of the geese, but eventually, they started to fly.
We lost our opportunity on the first flock of seven when we let them pass within range thinking they would be swinging around to land in our set-up. But they had just been giving this unfamiliar field a quick look.
Thirty minutes later, we called in a pair from way out and they changed their path and came right in. We each shot a bird. For my partner, it was his first goose after several years of waterfowl hunting.
More geese flew by, but they all had other destinations in mind. No matter, those two birds made our day. My partner cooked them for our landowner/host and even though the geese grew more wary, we ended up shooting a few more before the early honker season was over.
Thinking back on the morning, I found it interesting how I hadn’t noticed the heat anymore after we heard the first faint honk.