One Late Gooseby matt keller on 12/15/10
Corn covered fields have given way to snow and ice. Drifts over my head have made pheasant hunting difficult up here...especially when there aren't many pheasants to begin with. This is the beginning of what I like to call, withdrawals.
If you're like me, you drive around with your eyes to the sky out of habit. You're looking for any sign of waterfowl. But the truth is, it's over (especially in northern MN)!
I do remember one year on our annual Timber Bay youth pheasant hunt. It was the second weekend of December and the fields were buried in snow. Ducks and geese were only a dream and we were doing what we could to get the kids in on a little last minute shooting. We were walking with a large group of boys through a willow swamp that transitioned into a popple stand when one of the boys yelled, "BIRD". I had figured they jumped a hen pheasant and then I hear the distinct sound of a goose. I look over in time to see a big Canadian goose flying away through the popples now out of range for the boys. To their credit, they didn't know if goose season was open (which it was). They actually did have steel shot but it didn't matter. That goose flew away and headed south, something it should had done a month previous.
We did end up shooting a handful of roosters but the story of the day was the goose that got away. It's a memory we won't soon forget!
To see pictures of this year's pheasant hunt, check it out at www.tboutdooradventures.org .