My son is 22 right now, but when he was 4 we had him in the boat and it was one of those days that the birds were flying real good. We were close to a 5 man limit when a flock of widgeon dumped in out of nowhere. I think we shot 3 or 4 out of the bunch and I know that the one drake I took was in pretty good shape until I seen it.
It was awesome ! ! ! Lots of green and white on the head and it had at least a 2" spike.
I put the bird in an area in the boat close to my son so it wouldn't get harmed because my intentions were to get the trophy mounted.
In the mean time we had a pretty big pile of mallards growing and like most hunters, we were plucking the curls out to put in a coffee can that we keep in the boat.
You can only imagine what happened next, my son handed me the widgeon and said, "I'm done"
That bird's azz was plucked clean . . . spike and all. I looked at my son, tear in my eye, and said "Thanks"
That was 18 years ago and I have yet to see a widgeon as nice as that one was.
Ahh kids . . .
It was awesome ! ! ! Lots of green and white on the head and it had at least a 2" spike.
I put the bird in an area in the boat close to my son so it wouldn't get harmed because my intentions were to get the trophy mounted.
In the mean time we had a pretty big pile of mallards growing and like most hunters, we were plucking the curls out to put in a coffee can that we keep in the boat.
You can only imagine what happened next, my son handed me the widgeon and said, "I'm done"
That bird's azz was plucked clean . . . spike and all. I looked at my son, tear in my eye, and said "Thanks"
That was 18 years ago and I have yet to see a widgeon as nice as that one was.
Ahh kids . . .
