orwfowlr
Refuge Member
A few seasons back, heavy hunting pressure pushed birds off the farmland area of a local river. On a scouting trip, I found some 500 mallard in a small 20yd by 50yd patch of burr-reeds along the shoreline of a deep & swift section of the river, where it cut through steep rock bluffs. The next morning I set a dozen decoys in the reeds (just a bench that quickly dropped off), anchored the boat several hundred yards up the shoreline, and went to work to figure a blind for the dogs & me. All I could come up with was a tiny bench some 60 yds up the steep shale slope above the decoys (likely only 25 yds horizontal). I piled up rocks for an hour, ending with bare minimum cover. At daylight they came, small groups of 5 to 10, diving right in for the cockle burrs. My shots were all down hill, trying to get under a fast dropping target. It proved to be a low percentage shot, and was even a tougher deal for the dogs. They had to navigate the steep shale down, retrieve in swift current & get back up to the blind. A box of shells & a couple hours later, it became a successful hunt, but definitely the strangest I can recall.