First time I ever hunted geese was back in 1980.
We spotted a huge flock of Snows where they landed in the field to feed and we dug pits (fall hunt). We didn’t have a single decoy.
We lay in the pits and waited but not long enough. We got impatient and decided to head for the water where they were resting.
We got half way to the water and they lifted off and went straight to where we were initially dug in.
We hit the dirt and laid flat till they all settled in to feed and then belly crawled across that field to the water and got all covered up in willows and grass.
We waited and sure enough they came back and we got a shoot. 3 of us limited out that evening and I still can see my father in law striped down and wading that pond with a skiff of ice six feet out from the shoreline, picking up birds lol.
My first and probably most memorable goose hunt ever.
He’s gone now, bless his heart. I blame him for starting me on this wonderful journey of hunting.
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