Tuesday, February 5, 2013


I don't have very many childhood memories of Christmas, in fact I can only remember 2. One when I was 5, Santa "forgot" to put one of my presents under the tree, when my mother went out into the garage, see saw the undelivered present and a "note" from Santa saying, he was too tired to bring it in so he left it in the garage. The other memory is from 1980, the year I received from my dad a brand new Remington 870 Wingmaster, 3" magnum, 32" barrel, vent rib, full choke, walnut stock with engraved designs. Every time I think of that Christmas I feel like Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" when he describes his Red Rider BB gun. My father is a very meticulous man, very deliberate in all the things that he does, to the  point of being very annoying, case in point, he washes his coins, yes that's  right he washes his coins, most annoying thing ever. Any way he taught me how to handle and care for this amazing firearm, he taught me how to break it down and clean every part, not just once, but twice just to make sure that you don't miss any dirt or powder, then finish it off with a light coat of oil. At the time I could not have cared less, I figured it was just another way my dad was trying to torture me, but how glad I am today that a little of my dads quarks have rubbed off on me. I have hunted with my 870 for 30+ years, well except for the season that I thought I needed an auto loader, it turns out that I did not. This old reliable friend has seen a lot of use, it has been in rain and snow storms and dropped in the mud, and still has never misfired or jammed. It has shot ducks, geese, swans, doves and pheasants. And after EVERY hunting trip, thanks dad, it goes through a thorough cleaning. Two years ago I was fortunate enough to be able to join a new duck club, there was nothing wrong with the one I belonged to before, in fact I have hunted there for the past 25 years, and made some life-long friends, it was a wonderful experience, I just had the opportunity to join a different club with less members, so I jumped at the chance. The new club uses concrete blinds, they are very nice and provide great cover from the birds, but they are not very forgiving, on the first trip out, my gun slipped off the seat hitting the side of the concrete blind, and just that quick I put a ding in the fore arm of my prized 870, so last year I retired my long time hunting friend. I read as much as I could find on the different makes and models of shot guns on the market today, and let me tell you, there is a lot of information out there, I looked at Browning, Winchester, Remington, Benelli, and Ruger. I checked out double barrel, auto loaders and pumps. Finally I got it narrowed down to 4 choices, 1st Browning Citori, 2nd Remington 887, 3rd Benelli Nova, 4th Browning A5,  after months of agonizing  and non decision, reading as many reviews and talking to the gun experts, well I bought all 4, no just kidding, but it was really hard to make a final choice, I liked some things about each one, they all fit me really well, they all pulled up nice and swing great. I did not want to make my choice on price alone either, because if I did I knew I would regret it. So after much thought and pondering, the first one to go was the Citori, I love that gun, but thinking it out a little more I came to the conclusion that it would probably just get dinged up like the 870. Next to go was the A5, my father shot an A5 and loved it, so I was really thinking hard about buying one, you know the nostalgia of it all, the warm fuzzies of shooting the same gun as your dad, but then I remembered, that  ill fated day when I was 16, the one and only time that I shot his A5. Out duck hunting one day I thought it would be nice to try my dads gun, a duck flew over head and before I could understand what my dad was saying, I shot, with my thumb on the hump of the A5. What my dad was trying to say was "don't put your thumb on the top of the hump", you know in the cartoons when Bugs Bunny hits Elmer Fudd  in the head with something and stars or little birds circle his head and his eyes are all glossed over, well that was me. I'm not knocking the A5, its a great gun, but I know, all I would be thinking about is what happened lo those many  years ago, and I would  never be able to shoot one. So its down to the 887 and the Nova. With cash in hand I made my way to the local sporting goods store ready to make my choice, first I looked at the 887, I read all the customer reviews, and they all kinda said the same thing, jams easy, the action is stiff, one even said that the barrel was bent. But its a Remington, the maker of my much beloved 870 Wingmaster, what better choice to replace my old trusty skater gun. I mentioned my research to the gun guru at the counter, his only comment was," well we sell a few, and a lot come back". Crap, so I ask to look at the Nova, 28" barrel, black synthetic polymer stock,  it will hold    2 3/4", 3" and 3 1/2" shells, light weight, I think I'm in love. The thing I like about this gun the most is that it has no wood on it any where so the possibility of it getting damaged by the blind is minimal. Opening day of 2012 was its christening day, and what a day it had, I shot with it all season long and did not have one moments trouble, it shot in the rain, it shot in the snow, it even shot on new years day when it was 2 below, forgive my Dr. Seuss moment. The Benelli Nova is the right fit for me, I will never put the 870 away for good, she will be used for skeet and sporting clays, and maybe someday she will be handed down to my grandson, but when the ducks are flying, the Nova will be at my side.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

A dude named Kevin

How does one get to the point where getting out of a warm bed in the wee hours of a chilly fall morning, driving for hours to the middle of nowhere, putting on layers of clothes, socks, hip boots, hat and coat, grab a bag of toy ducks, a bucket, your gun and shells, then tromping through the cold, stinky marsh to be the first to arrive at your favorite spot, then sit on a bucket in the cold water for untold hours, just for the chance that you might get a few little black ducks, how does that sound like a fun thing to do?  Well that's the question that my dear wife asked me the first duck season we were married. Oh and by the way, answering 25 seasons, when asked the question "how long have you been married", not a good idea. Any who, what a great question, how does one get to that point, for me the journey stated when my sister met a dude named Kevin.

The two met at  the wedding of our oldest sister and by October they were in love, and when Kevin said he was going duck hunting alone, well I was recruited to make sure he had someone to go  out with him. With an old borrowed coat, hat and hip boots I was picked up at 3:30 in the morning to insure that we were in the marsh all set up for the morning start time. We pulled into the parking lot to find we were the second party to arrive, so we needed to get ready to make our way out to the marsh as fast as we could. It was dark and cold, we walked through the marsh for about 45 min, arriving at our destination, Kevin put out the decoys and we settled down into our blind. We has about another 25 min wait until shooting time, the marsh was very quite, slowly it started to come alive, little tweedy birds begin to stir, ducks quacking and splashing in the water, and in the distance the honks of geese ready to take flight, as it got closer to shooting time and the morning light crept across the marsh, you could make out the silhouettes of ducks in the air looking for a place to land. Then the first shots rang out, and the marsh came to life, "don't move" Kevin whispers I have no idea what he had seen but I froze, a few seconds later, bang then the splash of a downed duck hitting the water. It took a while but I finally could see the ducks in the distance coming into the decoys, hearing the sound of the call, the anticipation of the shot, the smell of gun powder, I was hooked!
I had not taken hunters safety yet, so the first year I did not shoot, I sat in the marsh and learned as much as I could, how to set up decoys, what kind of spread worked the best for each kind of weather condition, when and when not to blow the duck call, but the most valuable thing I learned was how to see ducks at a distance and how to identify each different species of duck in flight. Kevin and I have been hunting together for the past 30+ years, we have taught our kids how to hunt , and as much as I love hunting with my kids and cant wait to take my grandson out, and wish my dad was still with us to take out, Kevin is still my favorite hunting partner.


Friday, February 1, 2013

Duck season has ended, I have put away all the decoys, cleaned the gun, washed the waders, and put the coat, clothses and the rest of the gear away, so now what? I don't sleep much, and I'm really tired of watching netflix, one can only watch it  so many times before you completely go nuts, and surfing the web only led me to spending to much money on hunting stuff that I probably did not need. So I guess what I will try is blogging. I'm no real expert on anything, but duck hunting is my passion, next to and only after my family duck hunting is my one and only vice. I have been duck hunting for the past 33 years, and have been fortunate enough to belong to 2 different private duck clubs for the past 23 years. I'm hoping that talking about all thing duck hunting related, it will help me wind down, and make the off season go by faster. So Ill throw out my random thoughts on guns, shells, decoys and gear, and hopefully get some feed back from other crazy duck hunter on what works for them. Here is to making time go by faster so I can get back to the marsh and enjoy the new season!