I believe the cast net is about your best bet. Once you trap him, put some tape around his beak to hold it closed and handle him with the beak. I had to remove one last year from a leg-hold beaver trap. Once I got my hands on his beak he calmed right down.
If they are anything like a sandhill crane, wear safety specs.
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Had one eat all (most) my buds Comets out of his koi pond. We staked him out from inside the living room. That fugger could see the curtains move an 1” from across the yard. Haha
We set up his back bedroom like a snipers nest. Took the screen off the window, curtains all slid back, Bud said he covered himself up with some blankets had 16 ga, #6 high brass. Got him.
In the 1980's i worked on offshore drilling rig Gulf Oil @ South Pass 49 - Huthnance Drilling based in Houston .
I was down on the production deck lifting weights - coming up the stairs i spyed a big blue heron that was lost or just desided to spend the night 12.5 miles offshore south of Venice ,La. . 'Bird was blinded by the powerful light up on the pipe-rack - i went back down and got a couple of pillow cases to cover my hands/arms for the big catch . Put the sneek on it grabbed it right off the handrail at the top of the stairs [flapping/scratching/biting/squakingfor a bit] and preceded to the Roustabouts room . After scoping out the hallway coast was clear - plan was to ease the door open toss the bird into the small room with 4 Roustabouts who slept with their heads towards the door which made viewing the satelite tv easier .
Slowly opened door inward tossed the bird in pulled door closed on dark'ish room with tv on , grabbed stainless doorknob with my best two handed grip pressed my body against the wall and hung onto to the knob . Pure pandemonium - hollering loud noise cussing 2-3 grabs at the doorknob to no avail . Then i let go of doorknob and disappeared up the back steps into the galley as calm as could be , here comes a crew of pissy roustabouts glaring at me . Deny - but don't over-deny - [must have over-denied] next morning my hardhat and uniroyal boots were missing - found them full of water fully frozen after thirty minutes of looking . Gloves too - they were frozen in the bottom of the boots --- good times at ridgemont high . Fun loving early 20's lads entertainment . .
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When you get your cast net, learn how to catch some bait. That bird is hungry. It will eat from your hand in a day or two.
Pics or it didn't happen...
DO NOT TRY TO HANDFEED A BLUE HERON!!!!!
Awe come on, anything goes around here if pics are involved.
Seriously though, the OP needs to practice on some bait. He'll most likely only get one shot at the bird with the net and some bait will get that bird a lot closer.
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In the 1980's i worked on offshore drilling rig Gulf Oil @ South Pass 49 - Huthnance Drilling based in Houston .
I was down on the production deck lifting weights - coming up the stairs i spyed a big blue heron that was lost or just desided to spend the night 12.5 miles offshore south of Venice ,La. . 'Bird was blinded by the powerful light up on the pipe-rack - i went back down and got a coupon of pillow cases to cover my hands/arms for the big catch . Put the sneek on it grabbed it right off the handrail at the top of the stairs [flapping/scratching/biting/squakingfor a bit] and preceded to the Roustabouts room . After scoping out the hallway coast was clear - plan was to ease the door open toss the bird into the small room with 4 Roustabouts who slept with their heads towards the door which made viewing the satelite tv easier .
Slowly opened door inward tossed the bird in pulled door closed on dark'ish room with tv on , grabbed stainless doorknob with my best two handed grip pressed my body against the wall and hung onto to the knob . Pure pandemonium - hollering loud noise cussing 2-3 grabs at the doorknob to no avail . Then i let go of doorknob and disappeared up the back steps into the galley as calm as could be , here comes a crew of pissy roustabouts glaring at me . Deny - but don't over-deny - [must have over-denied] next morning my hardhat and uniroyal boots were missing - found them full of water fully frozen after thirty minutes of looking . Gloves too - they were frozen in the bottom of the boots --- good times at ridgemont high . Fun loving early 20's lads entertainment . .
About 15 years ago when I was moose hunting in Northern Ontario I had one feeding across a small river mouth from me, maybe 30 yards away. I watched him catch and scarf down a 20” pike. He sat on his haunches for about 20 min, then got up and sprayed a massive chitt behind him. About 5 minutes later, he grabbed a 24” pike and scarfed it down.
That same day had a lesser weasel run across my boot, too. Nice country.