DOING MEXICAN DUCK HUNT

George and Delores have been duck hunting Sonora for over 50 years and they still enjoyed the others company. Their retriever had just pass on so I was invited to join them on the Sonoran/Sinaola border for a day of duck hunting Mexican style. It was  like shooting ducks in a barrel.  We drover down the night before Ellen and I and spent the night drinking Mexican beers and margaritas. Morning came too soon and I was off with George in his modified Suburban, two long time birds boys and Delores the Driver  and Tess the Super Dog kenneled in the back. 

I had no idea what to expect as my previous Mexican Duck hunts were all in the tidewater near Culican.  Today they were no waders, airboats, just Ruger Red Labels Over and Under and plenty of lead shells.

We drove until we reach large wheat fields on off in the distance I saw swarms of ducks circling, landing and returning to the irrigation canals to sip water.  We would shoot them as they came into the canals to sip before returning to the fields.  The first group came in over us and the 87 year old George took a double.

Before I could react the birds boys were running down to cross the canal not seeing the super dogs hit the water to retrieve the double.  Tess had a clean water mark but the second birds was a cripple, her favorite and she was off behing the huge berm scouring the knee high wheat fields for the cripple.  Five minutes later she breached the 10 high berm with her prize and she delivered to hand.  The bird boys were truly amazed at black Labrador finding the wounded bird.

This action continued all morning until Tess had managed to bring to hand 26 Mexican Mallards without a loss. We called it quits and return to town waiting for the birds boys to return with our plucked ducks.  We had bought several Caymus Cabs from a friend to pair with the roasted mallards and life was good.