Today’s blog comes from Matt Jones of The Resistance. Matt Jones is currently the E-Commerce Director/Webmaster for Southern Game Calls, LLC. For more information about Matt and The Resistance, you can follow them on Twitter, find him on Facebook or visit their website at southerngamecalls.com/resistance
Money might be a motivator to some, but to us, Greenheads are what lights our fire. Waking up at 1 AM to race to the boat launch to make sure you get a good spot in line, and having to get most of your sleep in the boat that morning because the night before you spent all night making sure you were prepared for the hunt. That is the epitome of public land hunting. When the clock hits 4 AM and the boat engine hit full throttle, the only thing going to through our heads is “no matter what we are getting to the hole first”. It is similar to a NASCAR race at Talledega Superspeedway when the turn to our hole comes in site.
Having a bigger boat than the hunters around us helped hold off others from making that turn. When we made that left turn, we knew it was going to be a great morning because we put the hours in scouting and knew that the birds wanted in the hole we were about to hunt. When the boat stopped it was time to “hold the hole”. Ken, Kyle and Cole barrel out of the boat and head in separate directions to make sure no one set up within 100 yards of us. In the meantime, our other boats showed up and we started the task of putting out our mojos and decoys. In the timber, less floaters and more mechanical decoys are better because with it being such a tight landing zone the more room for the ducks is ideal. Decoys are placed and agreements are made between the groups around us so that no one will “sky bust” or shoot when the ducks are above the treetops when a large group is working. Everything is set and now it’s just a waiting game.
Five minutes before daylight and it is a cyclone of mallards over our heads. The ducks are coming in and out of the hole. Goosebumps are rising on our arms because we all know the shootout that is about to happen. Shooting hours commence and “Take em” is heard echoing through the timber. As the flames start coming out of the barrels, Greenheads fall from the sky. Wave after wave of ducks are persuaded into our spread. It is a steady rain of green, and within three hours we have 11 limits of mallards. The carnage is over, and the adrenaline is still high. Pictures are taken, decoys are picked up, and the boats are back on the trailers. We can’t wait to do it all again the next day.