That’s Michael’s Mental Meanderings, by the way.
Interesting note from yesterday’s duck hunt near Quivira. Buddy Bob Snyder and I prefer hunting ducks to geese. Heading out we agreed we wanted to hunt the pond that would provide the best opportunity at ducks.
So, late in the day we’re watching a flock of three mallard drakes and a hen work the decoys, making their final pass. From up above four Canada geese dropped down and joined the mallards as they settled in to our decoys.
Two avid duck hunters rose – and shot all four geese. We didn’t get any mallards, though I missed one.
Never miss a local story.
We were both shocked that we’d taken geese on the last day of duck season, when goose season runs another two weeks. I guess the bigger targets grabbed our eyes.
It was also the first time either of us had seen ducks and geese join flocks and land together.
Wow, they had 12 inches of snow over in that part of the world. Twice we saw the same covey of quail running down our same set of tire tracks. Don’t know if it was because it was packed and offered better footing or if they’d hoped we’d kicked-up some food.
Saw a prairie falcon while driving around.
Five swans came in to one of the ponds we hunt.
Enjoyed the KU/KSU game very much, except for the part when my 89 year-old mother-in-law decided to pick something up off the floor, totally blocking my view of the TV, with a few seconds remaining in regulation. She was just trying to help. I responded with a little light laughter. I knew there would be instant replays if I missed anything important.
Had I done such a thing in front of my wife or son – ouch!