By Chris Henderson
Hunt was a bit more sporty this week in that my shooting was off and I ended up winging some birds. The big problem with that is that it results in water swats. In the spot I am hunting you are limited to 25 shells. Although I do not believe many adhere to this rule, I do. So spending a bunch of shells on water swats and a particularly crafty wigeon which was probably eaten by the seals, I came down to my last four shells with 2 birds to go. Got one with two shots, and only had two shots left. After shooting them I thought I would be foiled in my quest to get a limit. So I searched my box and then found one more live shell in my pocket! I let the bird come all the way in with feet down before I smacked him. That 25 shell limit did make it much more sporting I will tell you that. Wigeon will often come in with no calling necessary, but today the wigeon whistle proved it’s worth turning a few birds and bringing them all the way in. Torrie is improving with each trip.
Of course the W700 hunting kayak was solid as ever!