OK, here's the waterfowl hunt from Saturday morning. Was a pretty great day in my opinion.
Fist off, I have to say this was the first time I hunted this place and I didn't know exactly what to expect. It looked like a long walk from parking to hunting I thought maybe a kilometer so I gave myself about 10 minutes to get in on top of what I thought I would need to get situated.
And then I slept in and I dawdled getting out the door and the walk in as more like a mile. So by the time I was in the hunting area it was full on sunrise. Luckily, the water is pretty well screened by phragmites, scrub trees and cattails. So I didn't flush all the birds out.
I was able to get set up and noticed that just around the corner from me there was a lot of goose noises. I decided to scoot over to that direction and saw that there was a a flotilla of geese. Probably 60 geese just loafing on the water. Not sure if they would have eventually swum over by me or flown overhead. At that time there wasn't much flying. But I waited there within range and eventually a couple got up and when I shot at the first one (missed) the rest of them got up too. I got that second one and swung to my right and hit the third. Three shots, 2 birds. Not bad.
I was able to recover the closer bird no problem., but the one that I swung to the right to shoot landed on the far side of a channel that after repeated tries was just too deep to cross in chest waders. Let me tell you that was exhausting. I kept sinking into holes and tripping over submerged logs/branches. I really overdid it and eventually gave up and sat on the shore under some scrub trying to catch my breath. I was thoroughly sweated up, but I saw that the goose was hung up where I should be able to get it by using the rowboat provided for just such an occasion.
Unfrtunately, the row boat was all the way over at the other side of the zone. So I had to hike over and then row it back around to the spot where I could get my goose. Thew interesting thing about the boat was that it smelled like a rutty back had been sleeping in it. Couldn't figure it out until the family of mice that had been feasting under the seats started scurrying around.

You can see the nest pn the left by the seat. And there is a mouse on the transom crossbar in the upper left corner. Little dummy actually decided it would be better to jump ship than ride with me. And of course he was swimming away from shore. Go with god lil mouse. The other four stayed in the boat the whole ride and I assume they will be there to help the next duck hunter.
I finally made it over to the goose and picked him up and that was all fine and good, but I got to tell you I am not the best rowboat operator. At times I was using the oars as push poles like a gondolier and other times I was using them as canoe paddles. In general I must have looked pretty dang stupid. I am sure that I used up far more calories recovering that goose than I will get out of eating it. Pretty bad at carnivore math I guess.
I got back to my spread and sat for a while. I saw some ducks flying and they kept landing to the east. I think if I had gotten in earlier I might have been able to set up my spread so that the ducks would come into it at first light. Instead I think some real ducks created a spread just out of the hunting area...
I managed to pick off a lone mallard at about 9:15. At this point I was 4 shots 3 birds. Which is kinda how I think of myself as a shooter. Way above average. Wasted shells few and far between...
But then the geese started flying and I missed my best shot due to having my safety on... So I followed that up by wasting 6 shells on low-flying passing flocks without bring anything down.3 birds, 10 shots, 30% shooter. Sounds about right.

It was only 9:30 and I am sure there were still a lot of birds to hunt, but I decided that between the overexertion trying to get across the water and the overexertion trying to row the boat, I was beat and asked from sweat on the inside as well as being rained on. I called it a day.
Except, I had to get back to my car with all the stuff I brought in, plus these birds. I weighed it all later when I got home.
6#s backpack
27.5#s birds
27#s decoys
3#s shotgun
I ended up walking 100yards with the birds and the backpack and gun, then setting it down and going back for the decoys and walking 100 yards past the bag and birds and then going back and moving that 100 yards further. In the end my 1 mile walk up ended up being 2 miles but some of that I was able to walk without carrying anything, which was nice.
I'm going to make some bacon-wrapped barbecue goose for dinner tonight, I'll post a picture.
Thinking about going out Tuesday or Thursday back to the woods after another deer or a turkey. Can't decide which.