lpcoutdoors
Active member
My favorite backyard hunt ever was when I was a teenager, my cousin and I would go to my granddads house, he'd pull out some old shotguns and had them over and say, you boys go down to the tank (a pond as we call it in Texas) down in the pasture and get you a few ducks. We'd been playing in and around this tank our whole lives, and our parents had played around and in this tank their whole lives. So it was, and the memory still is, so meaningful to go down there with a purpose. We'd sneak up behind the tank dam. Peak over to see about where the duck were, because the tank was too big to jump shoot all from one spot. We'd adjust to get within range, start sneaking up the damn, charge ahead when they saw us, slam on the brakes and let 'em have it. We'd then carry three or four big ol' greenheads or pintails us to granddad's house, proud as could be. We'd clean them together and he'd tell us what good boys we were and how glad he was that he could teach us to do stuff like this. Then he'd chicken fry the ducks up, serve them with mashed potatoes, biscuits and country gravy.
Damn that's a good memory, now I'm crying and salivating!
Damn that's a good memory, now I'm crying and salivating!