I decided to hunt today, which was the last day of our fall turkey season. I tried a close WMA instead, one where I video'd turkeys a couple of months ago while squirrel hunting. There's lots of turkey's here. But I saw none today. But I did have a kinda funny encounter.
When I showed up at the parking area, there was an SUV parked. I figured another turkey hunter or a small game hunter, since that was all that was in season today, except for ducks. You have a to hike a really long way to get to water. But I do that. Near there is where the birds generally hang out. So I went about a mile and a half to where I like to hunt and found the hill where I saw turkeys last time I squirrel hunted there. I figured it would be a good place to start. It overlooks two ravines that drain into an old, drained beaver pond. There's still a creek down there, but its not very big. I picked a tree and settled down, then let a few soft yelps out of my glass pot call. It was very still. Temps were in the upper 50s. Skys were clear. Way in the distance, I heard the occassional waterfowler shooting on the main river.
A little while later, I heard geese way in the distance. Then, I heard the most god-awful honking coming out of that old beaver area downhill from where I had settled in. It sounded like a car horn. It was horrible. What the hell? Then I heard some whistling. Not human whistling. Like some kind of bird. What the hell is going on down there? (This is the same area where I heard the sounds of a blue heron and turkeys fighting a couple of months ago.) I kinda wanted to go look, but it felt like it was a downtown Philadelphia bar at 2am - not a place I really wanted to go. Then I heard shooting. Holy crap, a lot of shooting. Then I knew there were goose/duck hunters down there. It settled down a bit. The I heard more goose calls. Not much like a goose. But someone was trying. The all went quiet.
About 10:30 I heard voices. I heard a lot of F bombs. Then I saw two guys coming up one of the ravines I was covering. They were wearing a mish-mash of camo, waders, and both had their faces painted. One guy was wearing a camo hat, the other a camo doo-rag. The guy with the camo doo-rag had a giant fishing net over his shoulder filled with decoys. They were just yammering away. They got to about 20 yards of me and I said in a loud voice, "Hunter here." OMG, I thought they shyt themselves. I scared the hell out of them. I stood up and they finally saw me. I walked over to them. Hunting was over so I decided to be friendly and chat.
The guy with the net told me they found this place on x-hunt, or whatever, and decided they would hike to the creek, since it was so far they were confident no one else would be there. They both said they were beginner duck hunters. The guy with the net said they shot 16 times that morning and got one wood duck. The other fellow reached into his vest and said "I got my dream duck" and pulled out a pretty little male wood duck. Their only bird that morning. A few more pleasantries and we both went on our ways.
I went about 100 yards or so north along the beaver pond area, and they left. The woods settled back down, but I didn't see anything. I tried a pine thicket, but saw nothing. In fact, other than some tweety birds, I didn't even see a squirrel today.
So it was a day. Not the greatest. But I was outside on a nice day, and met some nice, albeit loud, duck hunters. But it was still better than working.
Looking into the ravine that leads to the old, drained beaver pond:
And yours truly: