Duck Hunt
Well… I’m not sure that this would qualify as a great hunting story, but it was funny as hell and told, much to my dismay, at my wedding by my best man.
He and I were hunting ducks one cold morning. There were a number of drainage canals that crisscrossed the land we hunted on (private). We knew that we would always stand a good chance of spooking up some ducks from these drainage ditches.
Anyway, I’m walking by the ditch and I spot a duck awhile down the canal. I signal my buddy, and we proceed to walk as far away from the ditch as possible in order to sneak up on the duck. I’m making my way back to the canal where I believe the duck is hanging out, crouching down so as to not cast a shadow toward it, almost in a crawl – through the snow. I get within about five feet of the canal and am very proud of how well I’ve done when I stand up, point my shotgun at the canal, and am shocked that the duck hasn’t taken off.
Meanwhile, my buddy is laying down in the snow, pointing at me, and laughing himself to tears.
I look over and I apparently stalked a decoy he left behind earlier that week.
