SATURDAY MORNING GOOSE BLINDS

We settle in the furrows. Busted cornstalk & camo. Coffee, pipe and tobacco for me, graham crackers, juice and a goose call for Cam. My pipesmoke drifts from the embers, disappears weakly east. The waiting is easy, we have our distractions.

Sunrise discovers our black-gray-white decoys in their plastic readiness. Birds wind up their volleys on the water—hollow and haunting echoes in their distance—a quarter-mile as the crow flies. Without weather to push, they’re up late.

They materialize from below the treeline, wings and necks, full white breasts, the whistle and buzz of pinion feathers. My son calls to the sky, to birds in their stealthy ascent. Three sets look, circle, continue east. Strings on the horizon. Silent as dawn.

Cornstalks & camo

 

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Filed under Fatherhood and venison jerkey, In the woods

4 responses to “SATURDAY MORNING GOOSE BLINDS

  1. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.

    Ben

  2. Goose season starts again on Saturday. I can’t wait. The layout blind is itching to hit the field.

    Nice post. And a great pic.

    • Fishingpoet

      Thanks Pete!
      Yea, ours opens again just before Christmas. There’s still a whole lotta birds around…might even get some snows in the mix. It should be a good late season.

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