The main flight of ducks had stopped and thinking the morning’s hunt was finished, Nels and I excited the pit blind. Wading into the shallows and starting the task of decoy retrieval, we heard the faint, far-off music from incoming honkers. Quickly, we splashed our way to the blind and changed over to Winchester Super-X 2’s. Onward they came, 16 big, white-cheeked bombers on steady wings, 250 yards out and 40 yards above the latte-colored river channel. I flattened myself against the shadowed pit wall, daring not to move as I peered beneath a layer of natural grass laid atop the ring of excavated soil. Using his Herter’s Numara Canada goose call, Dad sent out a perfect, goose-attracting riff! AH-OOO, AH-OOO, AH-OOO! The lead gander responded, banking his flock toward our setup. The slight variation in flight pattern looked as if it would bring them just over the outer edge of our decoy spread. The final, slow-m...
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