As my buddy John tells it, my eyes got real big!
We were hunting Pamlico Sound and were probably getting much closer to picking up our decoys than we were to the start of our hunt.
As hunters do, we started to relax from the ever-ready stance and glance of searching the sky for birds headed our direction. The fog was starting to roll into the Sound and the morning’s rain seemed to provide its last spitter upon these early risers.
Sage and I were on the bow of John’s boat – making no added effort to conceal ourselves into the covered blind area. Our hunting spot that morning was some 20 yards to our left, but a lull in activity led to a chat with the fellas. My Benelli was leaning against the frame of the blind and the only thing being shot at the moment was bull.
Sage waits on ducks at the front of John's boat. I was standing next to her when the Redhead dropped from the sky.
I yelled “Holy (somethingorother)” and threw up the Benelli as fast as my arms could. I snapped a shot off – not sure I was aiming in the right direction. The bird fell.
“That’s a beautiful redhead,” John shouted.
Sage had the bird in her mouth and was returning to the boat shortly thereafter.
Sage, retrieving the Redhead
The duck was one of two birds that will make its way on my game room wall from this trip. Also shot was the prettiest American Widgeon ever taken by your faithful blogger.
For some odd reason, I did not take a lot of photos of either bird, which is quite a bit out of my norm.
The said Redhead
