DISCLAIMER: I’m not much of a duck hunter, which means that when it comes to chasing waterfowl, it doesn’t take much to impress me. Now, this doesn’t come from lack of desire; it’s simply that—for whatever reason—I gravitate to the deer woods rather than duck water come fall.
But, given the chance to chase tail feathers with good friends, I’m not about to turn down a waterfowl hunt on spectacular property.
Lost In Lust
By the time the fourth flock of birds flew barrel-scraping close past the blind in as many minutes, my eyes bugged out and I subconsciously entered “oh crap” mode and forgot I was supposed to be shooting.
Two shot reports from Mossy Oak’s Tack Robinson slapped me back to reality—at least a bit—as I slowly peeked my head from the grass for a better look at the Louisiana sky.
There were hundreds (yes, I’m an English major but still have a respectable level of counting capabilities) of ducks—of multiple species—circling the flooded field within eye shot. It suddenly hit me that this rare experience wasn’t an accident.
As a foaming-at-the-mouth deer hunter, it’s no secret to me that when hunters desire to see more and bigger bucks, they manage for them through various hunting and land management practices.
So what does one do when they desire to have more ducks circling the waterfowl blind in which they reside? They employ various land management practices. Either way—big bucks or lots of ducks—it ain’t no accident.
If You Build It …
After Tack and I cleaned up on a small flock of teal, we shook hands and smiled. We were sitting in the middle of 2,000 acres of divine waterfowl habitat on a piece of ground (mostly water, actually), called Honey Brake, a Mossy Oak Signature Property.
The owner of Honey Brake, along with a dedicated staff, shared a universal desire to create habitat conducive for drawing ducks and then giving them every reason to stay.
From flooded fields to flooded timber, the property is a duck’s paradise. And from pit blinds to raft blinds, the property is a duck hunter’s dream as well.
Retrieving a gorgeous green-winged teal from the mouth of a stunning black Lab, Tack turned to me with bird in hand and smiled.
“You ever seen Field of Dreams, Yankee?”
“I see where you’re going with this, Tack,” I responded. “If you build it, they will come.”
“Put your big head down and look up, ’cause here they come.”