Yesterday I was anxious for the snow to stop for only one reason.
It is the tail end of the resident goose season in my area and I knew that they would be holed up on the open water on the bog near my house during the snowfall.
At 4 p.m. I started the 3/4 mile trudge to the bog from my house and my wife decided to tag along with our springer pup. I was running my son's dog Hank, a year and half well trained yellow lab ducker.
Our springer Murphy was having trouble keeping up in the 2' of snow that we had and soon my wife burned out and took Murph back to the house.
Here he is mugging:
Hank and I pushed on and when he saw the bog he started getting excited. Here Hank patiently waits for the old man to catch up while he eyes the bog for signs of geese.
As we approached the bog all was quiet. Usually, if the geese are there, I can here some chatter from a good distance. The back bog was frozen and no open water is a bad sign. I told Hank to stay while I quietly snuck around the bend to look for open water. He stayed like a statue for ten minutes and waited for me.
I was greeted with this view around the bend but no open water.
As I returned to Hank he still hadn't moved.
I told him he was a good boy and started taliking to him and telling him threre were no geese. Just then, about 80 yards into the flooded timber a group of geese erupted into a loud chorus and a thunder of wings and flew out towards the recently cleared skies.
It was a group of thirteen, a lucky thirteen last night.
Hank was disappointed in me and whined and shook with excitement as he watched our dinner fly away into the sunset.
I have thoroughly enjoyed hunting with Hank and my son this year and shifted gears away from deer a little bit.
We hunted all pine barrens locations and we did well.
I was surprised last night that Hank listened to me just as well as he does with my son in charge.
Hank is an intense hunter who has so much instinct programmed into him that he is an awe and joy to watch.
Looking forward to many good years with good old Hank and Murphy in the pines.
Thanks for viewing.
Scott
It is the tail end of the resident goose season in my area and I knew that they would be holed up on the open water on the bog near my house during the snowfall.
At 4 p.m. I started the 3/4 mile trudge to the bog from my house and my wife decided to tag along with our springer pup. I was running my son's dog Hank, a year and half well trained yellow lab ducker.
Our springer Murphy was having trouble keeping up in the 2' of snow that we had and soon my wife burned out and took Murph back to the house.
Here he is mugging:
Hank and I pushed on and when he saw the bog he started getting excited. Here Hank patiently waits for the old man to catch up while he eyes the bog for signs of geese.
As we approached the bog all was quiet. Usually, if the geese are there, I can here some chatter from a good distance. The back bog was frozen and no open water is a bad sign. I told Hank to stay while I quietly snuck around the bend to look for open water. He stayed like a statue for ten minutes and waited for me.
I was greeted with this view around the bend but no open water.
As I returned to Hank he still hadn't moved.
I told him he was a good boy and started taliking to him and telling him threre were no geese. Just then, about 80 yards into the flooded timber a group of geese erupted into a loud chorus and a thunder of wings and flew out towards the recently cleared skies.
It was a group of thirteen, a lucky thirteen last night.
Hank was disappointed in me and whined and shook with excitement as he watched our dinner fly away into the sunset.
I have thoroughly enjoyed hunting with Hank and my son this year and shifted gears away from deer a little bit.
We hunted all pine barrens locations and we did well.
I was surprised last night that Hank listened to me just as well as he does with my son in charge.
Hank is an intense hunter who has so much instinct programmed into him that he is an awe and joy to watch.
Looking forward to many good years with good old Hank and Murphy in the pines.
Thanks for viewing.
Scott