The shoots were almost silly. Too many birds came into our decoys and for the first time most of us quit shooting and watched the waterfowl work the decoys. We were bird watchers now for killing had no purpose. The dogs would feast like us on wild delicately cook grain-feed goose. Even cranes were off the list and so we focused on having great times on the farm getting ready for the Thanksgiving feast We could even watch the FARM boys chase Bull Moose which they filled after we headed up to Hudson Bay
My new pup was in heaven. All the months of daily training watching her eyes following the incoming birds and she held steady for the send. It was satisfying to see her get it. She was out producing the other lab finding cripple as we sweet the fields and marsh for cripples. How much could we stand only the dreams of tales next winter drove us onwards.
I was total in love with my exquisite Winchester Model 21 Duck made in 1947. I shoot them all from Boss double to Holland and Holland to W&C Scott and Sons but inside the blind raising up to greet eh incoming ducks or geese over Decoys,with this American beauty-gun is nothing sort of putting yours truly in a zone where it all comes together with labs, waterfowl and great company.
After unreal weather, surreal sunset, home cooked food I decided we need to move north and east towards the Quills and see what excessive rain had done to the Prairies
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