Around my house these days and nights, it’s nonstop quacking and quacking as the duck season approaches.
The loud noises are enough to drive any dog crazy. Around my house these days and nights, it’s nonstop quacking and quacking as the duck season approaches. When I go outside to escape the madness of Mike blowing duck calls, the neighbors across the fence are also quacking and quacking. Ugh…
Well, all this quacking means it will soon be time for me to work my magic and plunge into rivers and lakes to find and fetch birds. It’s magic because I am often sitting in the blind and can’t see outside, so I’m only watching the direction where Mike shoots, then making a mad dash outside in that direction to check for downed birds. The sad news is I hunt with Mike, so often my efforts are wasted…because he misses.
There is also a benefit for me being a Weimaraner — known amongst a few as “the gray ghost.” I blend in well, and the ducks and geese have a hard time spotting me with — or without — my camouflaged hunting vest. I often endure jokes from Mike and his hunting friends that if I flap my large ears the ducks could see this movement and think it’s the wings of another duck trying to land. Maybe those ducks will be drawn in to land. I’ll definitely need a pay raise if I serve double duty as a decoy, har har!
So with the waterfowl season at hand it means getting up early, trudging through the dark to the blind and watching the skies. Now if only I was with a shooter who could hit the birds. Maybe I need to learn to blow those duck and goose calls. They are normally lying around the house, so I should give this a try when Mike goes out. He won’t notice.
Quack, quack and har har! These birds are mine. —Cameron