Old Timer Blind Stories

[Guest]

Let's here some of you old timers tell us youngins' about the good ol' days!!

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If I'm not in the duck blind or the ice house I'm thinking about it!!......maybe thats why I can't pay attention in class!

[GullGuide]

Well, I'm not exactly an "Old Timer", but I have hunted now over the span of 4 decades, my first hunt being in '78.
The most vivid memory was one of my first times out. My grandpa, dad and I headed out on Mud Lake near New London. It was a bright sunny day, but man was it windy. The wind must've been 20-30 mph, so strong that my dad and grandpa almost decided to hang it up before we even started hunting. We pulled into a small hole in the cattails, a hole which was only about 10 to 15 yards from where we sat to the bog accross from us, mainly just to get out of the wind. As we sat there, a couple mallards landed right next to the boat. Seeing this, Grandpa decided to throw out about 4 dekes to see what would happen. And then they came....
Flock after flock of mallards, anywhere from 2 or 3 to a couple dozen at a time, right into this small hole. Until this season, I have seen nothing like it. Birds dumping in totally commited to our small spread and not even circling once. I shot my first duck that day with a small single-shot .410.

A story my grandfater used to tell me was about the Armistice day blizzard.
He was out on the lake that afternoon. It was a warm sunny day, so warm he said that he was hunting in a Tshirt. The temps began to drop, and as the wind picked up he said that ducks by the thousands dumped over the trees and straight into the lake. After shooting a few birds, he quickly began the short row back to the family home which was on the lake. By the time he got home, it was already snowing and by the end of the night, there was a good 3 feet of snow on the ground and drifts as high as the house. He was one of the lucky ones.
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[Guest]

This is a story my uncle often tells me about my Grandpa, "The best wingshot to live"......

My Grandpa, Dr., was hunting his favorite pass one day with a couple of his buddies. And the ducks really wern't flaying at the time, jus coots! So after shooting a couple of bills mixed in with the coots they decided to call it quits. So as they were leaving my Grandfathers buddy says: "Hey! Dr., lets have a little competition on whos the best shot out of us, and who will buy drinks." So my Grandpa readily agreed to do this becasue he knew he would win. "We will all take 1 shot a 1 coot, and who ever blasts the most off the dirty thing will win." his 2 buddies had first shots so they both shot a coot and compaired it. Then my Grandpa stepped up to they plate. Loaded his famed Charles Daily over-under 20 gauge with 3 inch 2 shot. The coot came along, he waited for it to be real close,and my Grandpa fired, and all they saw fall was 2 wings!! After his dog brought it back all that was left was 2 wings and a little peice of innards holding it together! Hows that for a kill shot!!

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If I'm not in the duck blind or the ice house I'm thinking about it!!......maybe thats why I can't pay attention in class!