Shot a few mallards a couple days ago, but one hit the ice on the other side of the river and made it to the cattails and GuNR wasn't able to get up on the ice. We loaded up our stuff and make the drive to the other side of the river.
I thought we might kick up a pheasant or two, so I put on my upland vest and grabbed the O/U 20 with #4's steel.
As we were getting closer to where I thought the mallard made his escape I watched three swans getting closer. With the high winds, it looked like their course might bring them right over. I jumped in the bulrush and sure enough, they came right overhead, and close enough for my little 20 to bring down a mature tundra.
I was pretty pumped and sent GuNR after him. I am embarrassed to say the swan put up a good fight and my pup gave up. Now I have to run this bird down with my dog following me (hopefully no one saw this). I put another one in the bird and now GuNR was ready to retrieve the bird without his two big weapons.
Spent another 20 minutes trying to get through the mess of cattails, but we weren't able to find the crippled mallard. We tried and I got plenty wet, but no luck.
Not the way I drew it up, but now we have a Thanksgiving bird for the oven.
OK, I can't lie. Prime rib will be going into the oven in a few hours.

I thought we might kick up a pheasant or two, so I put on my upland vest and grabbed the O/U 20 with #4's steel.
As we were getting closer to where I thought the mallard made his escape I watched three swans getting closer. With the high winds, it looked like their course might bring them right over. I jumped in the bulrush and sure enough, they came right overhead, and close enough for my little 20 to bring down a mature tundra.
I was pretty pumped and sent GuNR after him. I am embarrassed to say the swan put up a good fight and my pup gave up. Now I have to run this bird down with my dog following me (hopefully no one saw this). I put another one in the bird and now GuNR was ready to retrieve the bird without his two big weapons.
Spent another 20 minutes trying to get through the mess of cattails, but we weren't able to find the crippled mallard. We tried and I got plenty wet, but no luck.
Not the way I drew it up, but now we have a Thanksgiving bird for the oven.
OK, I can't lie. Prime rib will be going into the oven in a few hours.
