Although I’m not a goose hunter I won’t pass up an opportunity when it presents itself. So December 24, I took my little huntress Mia and set up on some bluffs overlooking the river, hoping to bag some geese during their morning flights out to the fields.
It seemed as though the flocks were flying everywhere I wasn’t, so I moved from place to place in an attempt to position myself under their flight path. I would set up under a Juniper tree and then shoot as they came overhead. After missing several shots, I dropped a big Canadian goose and Mia did a nice job of finding and retrieving it.
That was one of the last flocks of the morning, so we returned to the truck and I drove about a mile down the river to hunt ducks. As Mia and I walked the river bank searching for a place to get down to the riverbed, she went on a solid point. I assumed it was a Pheasant hiding in the brush and since the season was closed in this region, praised her and called her off her point.
I found a way down to the river and we waited for awhile but no ducks flew within range, so I decided to go down the river where there was more open water. We hadn’t gone far when a wounded goose flushed from the brush – the goose was what Mia was pointing earlier.
I dropped it on the edge of the ice and Mia made a nice retrieve. With two geese in the bag, I was done hunting for the day but Mia wasn’t.
Returning to the truck with my gun unloaded, carrying the goose, I wasn’t paying attention to Mia who went on point, and I stumbled onto a flock of partridge. I watched them land on a knoll so after depositing the goose at the truck, we went after them. The birds were still on high alert and flushed well out of shotgun range. I didn’t see what direction they flew but we spent the next half hour or so hunting them without any luck.