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Today was a great day but it wasn’t because I did something neat at work, rather because over my lunch time I walked over to the local post office and purchased my Waterfowl permit and stamp for this years much anticipated season. On September 6th, Canada goose opens in farmlands in my area and I can not wait to hit my friends farm.

Since the fields are separated by small creeks, waders are necessary to remain dry, but this is where I have been disappointed in my choices in waders. A couple of years ago, I purchased a pair of Allen waders and they lasted no more than two seasons and then from there it was.. You guessed it “Little Shoe Goo” time.

At first it was just a few spots here and there but in no time my waders started to look like an art masterpiece, but they are functional and this is what I am all about. Tough on gear but practical. I do not want to purchase a pair of waders every two years and I believe that lifetime warranties are about as sure as sky busting a shot at a goose that is at the same height of the tree tops.

I am also equipped with a second set of waders for friends when they come along but it is the neoprene model from Cabela’s. I find them difficult to put on unless you have Vaseline all over yourself and I find it hard to breathe.

For now I will let this blog cure and when opening day comes around, I will be in the great outdoors chasing those Canada’s.

Wish you all and amazing and safe season!

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The paddle blades cut through the cold waters, one stroke at a time, water dripping onto the hull of the kayak then rolling off back into the dark waters, it was incredibly peaceful. The bow of the kayak was gliding through the tall grass; ever so often I had to pull hard on one side to keep the boat aligned with my chosen spot for this waterfowl hunt. On the Northern side, there was a wooded area between me and the large wetlands and to the South was the river.

I like this area very much because you can only access it by boat and you do not get a lot of other hunters too close to your natural blind. And it is the place where I shared a great hunt last year with other passionate waterfowlers, along with great stories and laughter. After a final push, I slid right into the large fallen tree.

I Leapt out of my kayak and tucked it under the gap just above the water’s surface and the lower part of the tree with the kayak locked into the muddy bottom . With the boat secure it was now time to prepare myself for the hunt. I quickly moved around the tree, climbed over the easiest section and got tucked away behind the largest part. The fallen tree is large on one side, and get smaller near the East, I can stand behind it and three-quarters of my body is hidden. Then I simply lean forward with my 870 in position and place three shells at the ready on top of the log, which is wide enough to be a natural table.

The view is spectacular and as the day slowly comes to its end, the lights across the river sparkle like Christmas lights in the distance, with bright yellow and orange, reds and whites. With still an hour and a half of daylight, I was in heaven and ready for the harvest. Now that I was nice and settled in, I started to call out with a few goose and duck calls and also observed several few geese and ducks flying about along with several seagulls.

Within minutes the shots started to ring out, especially the newer hunters who were shooting into the air and made it sound like I was back in the Balkans; birds were flying scattering and ending up in every direction. I kept on calling and then after a few minutes took a break and just observed.

I was thinking about my last hunt on farmland and how I missed a bird that was close range above the trees using my new full choke. It does take getting used to, even with experienced shooters. As mentioned in the videos, that I posted on my Twitter account, with a full choke under a forty yard shot you want to keep the bead directly on the bird and not lead too much compared to a Modified choke which I had been using for the past few years, where you tend to lead as much as five inches from the birds bill.

After a few minutes of keeping an eye on the horizon and a few more calls, I finally got my break with a Canada moving in from the North-West to my right, he was about twenty-seven yards out, I instantly shouldered my 870, pushed it off safe and released the shot in one single motion.

There is no doubt that there was some practice and patterning that had taken place with the pigeons over this summer but it paid off, I love my full choke. My goose tumbled forward and into the dark waters and I had harvested my first bird of the season, this is it, I was finally off to a great start.

I better get my Rillettes jars ready!

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The conditions were incredible today, with a slight breeze blowing in from the North. By the time we rolled up the dirt road to the farm, a flock of rock doves flew over head but quickly continued over the tree line to the West. One thing was clear on this day, is that the rock doves were not going to give us a chance to harvest one of them. I have been hunting rock doves for years now on the farm and they have learned to recognize my truck and when they see people standing around the truck or the nearby barns they will disappear and not fly in for any grain until I am gone.

Our goal was to set out into the farmland and attempt to harvest some Canada geese in the pre-season for our sector, both Cackling and Canada geese are open until the twenty-first of the month in farmland then the full waterfowl season opens on September 22, 2018 on the rivers. After a few minutes of chatting with my farming friend we opened the cattle gate and drove down through the fields across the creek and over to the larger farmland fields. Parked the truck near the tree line providing us with some cover.

The setting was perfect, large open fields and clear blue skies, we left the city later in the afternoon because over time and accumulated experience you realize it is no longer necessary to set out on a full day hunt during waterfowl season, you learn to capitalize on the best time periods, early morning for example around seven-thirty in the morning and earlier or later in the afternoon until a half and hour passed sundown.

We took this time to prepare our kit, as we were not rushed, all the while taking in the beauty around us. Fall is coming and the colours are starting to pierce through. My friend had just purchase a new goose caller and was trying it out and within minutes small flocks of geese started to fly in but further out to the north and well out of reach.

Then we both started to call and take breaks between us then call again. There were Blue Jays and Norther Flickers and crows everywhere but no Canada’s for at least an hour or so, then our calls finally came through. I had stopped and was looking for my binoculars in my backpack, when all of sudden a group of twenty geese responded to my friends calls. He worked them directly into our shooting lanes but they were still high. We both crouch down as low as we could and waited for them to be within range and directly in the centre of the farm land.

They banked and started to break their wings to come in for a landing but turned rapidly and started to lift and get higher, and then they turned toward the East as they had come in from the North heading South. The weather was still warm, and their numbers are still not exceptional yet and I knew this was going to be our only chance.

I whispered out that this was our only chance as they going to complete a full turn and head South and that they were going to abort the landing. Both my friend and I were not in the greatest of positions and by the time we stood up and each released two shots it was all over. We both missed, I am not sure if it was our position or our lead or height of the birds but we were broken to say the least.

We are both seasoned waterfowl hunters and yet we missed our shots and we both shared the same frustration of the situation. Life is super busy with work and everything and when you set off for a Canada goose hunt on farmland and miss, it stings quite a bit.

On the way home, we talked and laughed about what happened to ease the pain but I can tell you, for a few minutes, I could have chewed on a stick to ease the frustration of having missed those shots.

Our official season will start on the twenty-second of this month, we know we will have many opportunities to redeem ourselves. Although this does not make for a very exciting entry in my blog, there is one thing that we all can appreciate and share and this is the frustration that comes with missing a shot and not harvesting.

Of course it is not the end of the world and there will be lots of opportunities but it doesn’t take away that today stung a bit and it is not a good way to start the fall season.

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My plan was to get to my friends farm early enough in the morning, just before the geese fly and land into the farmland to feed for the day. When I left the house, I had loaded up all my kit into the truck and I was just glowing. I was ready for my outing. I hadn’t even gone up the road past the local Tim-Horton coffee shop and I was already feeling like I had just won the lottery, and this was without a harvest yet.

I have been driving these road for several years now and I know every bend in the road and do not miss any of its fine details; my truck was slipping in an out of the dips in the road like a soft sheet floating in the breeze. It is in times like these when you learn to let go of the weights of every day stress as you head deeper into the country side. An hour or so had gone by and I was now nearing my destination. About a kilometer out, I had noticed about twenty Canada geese in the neighbouring fields but none in the area where I was going to be, yet I did not let this discourage me and continued on.

I like to try different techniques and tricks during my hunts, so that the experience is never the same and I learn what works and what doesn’t. On this particular day I was going to use my goose caller and call a heck of a lot and see if I would trigger something or attract geese. After having rolled up the dirt road and jumped out of the truck, I noticed four rock doves fly in and land in the low ground to the North-West right near the tree line on the right about three hundred meters out. Without any geese the in the farmland, I decided to set off toward the pigeons and attempt to harvest one of two before the geese flew in, I had to circle around coming in from the East just a few meters in from the tree line, the problem was with all the rain we had this summer, my hip waders were getting stuck in the mud and making a suction sound every time I freed myself from the mud.

I did not want to trigger and alarm the birds and send them into flight, it was hard work and I was breathing heavy by the time I got within shooting range. The doves were higher than me on a ridge and it was not a safe shot, I had to wait for them to come down lower and close the gap between them and I. They would feed and zig zag in an out of the thorn bushes and then fly around nervously and land only meters from where they took off, if you can successfully stalk rock doves in farmland, then you have what it takes to sneak up to Canada geese in an open field.

I now had a clear shot on the first pigeon and was only seconds from taking my shot, when all of sudden the time had come, I heard goose calls coming in from the tree tops and then they flew right over my position headed directly south past the creek and then landed in the southern field on top of its ridge. Their honk calls were short and repeated quickly in repetition, with their feet out and floating down to earth with the inward curved wing formation, it was a beautiful sight. I quickly, unloaded my two fast steel shells, placed my Remington on safe, sprung up and started to sprint in the direction of the geese. This sent the pigeons into flight and they quickly flew off over the forest heading east to the neighbours farm, we would meet again but for now the geese a larger and more rewarding harvest.

They had all landed by now and were hidden across the creek behind the tall hay, they were on the ridge but heading for dead centre in the fields. With only a few hundred meters apart now, I slowed down my pace and knelt forward to have a lower profile, once again my waders were sticking in the mud as I got closer to the edge of the small creek. Just like a Nile crocodile stalking wildebeest, I allowed myself to slip into the creek and moved across keeping a very low profile, never once taking my eyes off the Canada geese spotters. The geese did not stay in the same spot for long, they were scattered across the ridge and were heading over the ridge deeper into the farmland.

As the last bird sunk below the horizon near a large boulder, I climbed out of the creek and moved into the fields and managed to close the gap with the geese. I got into a good shooting position and released my first shot into the last bird but missed and the group took flight and disappeared to the East. It was quite frustrating to have missed but it happens especially in open ground, I picked up my empty shell. I then let out a few goose calls; stood up and turned back towards the creek and started to head back to the truck for a break, when all of a sudden a group of twenty geese responded to my calls and came in over head from behind heading directly north. I spun around and loaded three shells rapidly loading the last one directly into the chamber then sliding the pump-action forward and releasing my three shots into the birds, individually selecting them and leading each one based on the height and speed. The last one tilted backwards aggressively reacting to the shot but kept on flying. The first two shots out of the three were extremely close but a miss just the same. Experience has taught me to keep watching the flock as they continued their flight and sure enough the last goose started to lose altitude and drop like a world war two bomber that had been badly damaged, it dropped some more and barely cleared the tree tops and crashed into the neighbouring hay-field landing near a hay bale.

I quickly unloaded my Remington, placed it on safe and ran through the creek then several hundred meters in the southern field past the wall of brush between the two fields in the East to retrieve my harvest. I was extremely tired but very grateful for my first harvest of the day.

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Life has been extremely busy lately and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of it letting off. But I know one thing, and that is, I am extremely grateful for what I have and that I am able to practice our beloved sport. Especially with all that is going on in Texas and now Florida who will soon get hit with this incredibly nasty weather. My thoughts and prayers go to all those affected by the storms and flooding.

After a hectic day sometimes going for a drive is all that you need to clear your head, a remedy in sorts. And with the waterfowl season (Canada Geese -More Info) having just started in farmland in my district on the 6th of this month, what better way to knock out two birds with one stone…no pun intended. So, I stopped by Canadian Tire and purchased my first box of shells for the season.

Before heading to the store I checked out my ammunition boxes and noticed that I still had several Remington #3 shells left over from last season. So, I picked up a box of 12 gauge Remington Hi-Speed Steel, 3 inch in length and #2. It was a very simple purchase but a knowledgable one; the price was right at twenty-one dollars a box and I trust its performance after very successful past seasons. In a few days, I will be pursuing some geese in the fields and shall be using a mixture of #2 and #3 at various ranges. I am very excited about spending some time out in nature and hopefully bring back some birds.

Stay Safe and have a great season!

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