Funny Duck Stories

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anthony m coons sr

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I'm sure all of you life long Duck Hunters all have your funny stories to tell. We always tell the stories of almost this almost that. You know the life and death ones. The ones we don't want our love ones to know. But how about the funny ones. I like to hear your funny duck stories. I'll share one with you.
Late December many years ago on the mighty Hudson River. My friend Tom and I were late season duck hunting. I just got a BPS Browning 10 ga shotgun. Tom was a old timer and knew the river like the back of his hand. We were hunting out of a nineteen foot boat that Tom turned into a killing machine. There was a lot of ice on the river. A flock about two hundred mallards landed in the middle of the river. Tom told me to get down and we will ride the tide right into the birds. I said Right! well sure as my name is Anthony. We were moving and coming up on a ton of green heads. Tom told me when they jump !shot. Well I did, and one bird out of the flock fell. But I didnt even kill him . I must of shot! three or four more times. We got the bird into the boat. I was proud. But I felt something rolling down my face. I turned to Tom he started laughing. What so funny, your face is covered in blood . When I rested my gun on the boat when I shoot , it must of kicked up. Busted my noise all over the place.( NOT THE FUNNY PART ) I keep hearing a duck quack, Thought it was from the blow to my face. But !Tom heard it also. I looked down on the floor. That dang duck was still alive. He started walking back to Tom in the back of the boat. Tom said. Ten gauge , watch me put this duck out for the finale count. Tom did the head twist. Put the bird down. We take off. I'm still hearing quack quack. I look down again there is that dam duck. I picked him up banged his head. Throw him back down. Five minutes later quack quack the duck is back to Tom. This went on for like twenty minute. Tom slams the bird down. We take off! I hear quack quack again .Then I start hearing wing beats. That duck flew out of the boat past my ear. I grab my gun and this time shot that bird dead . True story.
 
We were in the pit years ago and my friend dropped a hail Mary goose shot. He folded the goose way high and the impact was a hell of a thud. I put him under a goose shell and we went hack to hunting. During the next volley, I got up to shoot and the goose was sitting upright with the goose shell on like a helmet! It startled the hell out of us. My partner rung the bird and we put it back under the shell. Next volley, the shell is walking away. Honest to God. For attempt number 4 my partner hops up, the goose shakes off the shell and he shoots the goose at 20 yards, flop, dead.....
Back under the shell.
We clean up and pile the birds into the pickup and go home. Half way home, there he is in the rear view mirror, head up enjoying the breeze.
When we got home, it was time for the hatchet......
 
Paul
Great stories my friend love it. Let me tell you about the time I was field goose hunting with my late great friend Tom. We were hunting a small airport. We could only hunt the backside of the airport by a small creek. The runways were about two hundred yards away. No guns allowed near the runways. My dog Henry and Tom and myself were hiding in hay bails . Three geese come over two fall dead . One cripple crashes on to the runway. I leave my gun behind with my friend . The dog and I headed to the runway to get the crippled goose. We get with in twenty five yards of the goose. It picks itself off the ground and starts slowly walking down the runway. Henry the Hunting Dog see the live bird and starts doing a belly crawl to the bird. Henry get within a few feet of the goose. The goose starts running down the runway. Henry gets up starts running after the bird. The bird start flapping its wing and starts flying. Henry chasing! the bird is about eight feet or so in the air. Henry at full speed, leaps into the air ,catches the goose in the butt with his teeth . Pulls the goose to the ground and then brought the goose to me. That goose had no idea who he was messing with. If I didn't see it with my own eyes. There is no way it could of happen. true story
 
I was hunting a great little spot where three mosquito ditches converge into a small "pond." It was a calm day over ice and a new guy was begging me to take him out. He began to complain about why he has been hunting now three times and has STILL not gotten a band! It is close to the road and he needed to go to his truck for something. On his way back, I gestured for him to stop because a pintail that I saw days earlier was coming in. He squatted, I shot and dropped the Sprig. It rifled beyond and behind me and I had to go get it.
He settled in, I walked to get it and it was banded! On the walk back, I saw a black duck frozen dead into the ice. I worked it out of the ice and you guessed it.......banded...
I walked back to the guy and you can imagine his face....
 
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