Beau finally got his chance
to retrieve some geese on 9-27-07.
Four of us had a great morning hunt.
Bad news was the new member of the group did
not have an exterior goose permit and had to
limit his shooting to ducks only. John
didn't show up until just before shooting
problem with that was no ducks showed up.
I missed the hunt in the same field last
Sat. and Sun. when there were lots of
mallards coming in with the geese. We could
have easily taken two more geese if John had
the required permit, limit being two each.
It was five for the early season.
I was very excited driving
down at 3:00 AM to meet Eric and Dennis, my
nephew, about the possibility of shooting
some nice green heads.
I actually prefer mallard hunting to goose
hunting. However, it's a real thrill
to see a flock of Canada Geese folding first
one wing then the other dropping like rocks
from a hundred yards up before back pedaling
hard as they get ready to land in the
decoys. Up that close they sound
and look like a 747 landing, thrusters in
reverse trying to slow down. That's when the
The first flock looked us
over making 4 passes before Dennis said he
wasn't going to wait for a fifth. He
dropped one and I missed completely.
Beau tried to go but I had him tied in the
blind. Jigg's made that retrieve.
It didn't take long for the second group to
mistake our decoys for the real thing.
A little better shooting this time dropped
two more. Not sure who hit what,
doesn't matter. Beau had somehow
managed to get out of his slip lead but
waited to be sent. He hammered
his first ever goose on the dead run.
He even tried to step back in the blind with
it. I didn't let him in. He
circled 4-5 times with his prize until
Dennis got a picture. He wasn't about
to put his goose down. Eric's GWH
retrieved the other one, three down, three
Now we had a long wait.
Several flocks buzzed us during the interim
not quite in range before heading to a safer
spot. It started to seem like
the hunt was done for the morning.
Half and hour passed when the by now
familiar sound of more geese coming in from
the west could be heard. We started
calling with Eric and Dennis flagging like
crazy. This large flock passed out
front, made a wide 360 and dead headed right
at us, gliding, wings set to land. I
was the first to raise and shoot, one fell
dead. I swung left and dropped another
going straight away. It hit the
ground, got up and started running fast as a
goose can run. Eric pounded one that
fell almost on top of us. Beau was
back with the first one down almost
instantly when I noticed Joe up and running
after the escaping goose. I
yelled to let it go. I desperately
wanted to send Beau.
finally heard me and stopped his chase.
By the time I got Beau lined up and sent him
he ran probably 100 yards in the correct
direction when the goose saw him coming and
tried to fly. That caught his
attention. He was there in another 20
yards, bowled the goose over, picked it up
and started back with a very unhappy goose.
I let him carry it around showing off while
Dennis and I took more pictures.
At the hunt test the
previous week end one of the Muddy Water HRC
officers that saw pictures of Scout, Beau's
half brother, on the
club's web site forum page retrieving a big
goose said to me, "It's really weird, out of
place to see a poodle carrying a goose, hard
to get use to." He'll have to get use
to it again. Only this time it will be