Jarvis was getting old and, oh, how he hated it. He really didn’t mind getting into his golden years, it’s just that it was cutting into his grouse hunting. The legs still worked OK and he was quick enough with the gun to get birds, it’s just that he couldn’t see very well the past few years.

For some odd reason, Jarvis could see birds fine as long as they were in the air, but as soon as they hit the ground he just couldn’t find them. It seemed he would spend most of the day bent over looking through Read More of the Story…

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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.

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