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Mark Fike’s Note: This week your Outdoor Page is brought to you courtesy of Miss Kendall Rhodes. Kendall is an 8th grade student at KGMS.
She is an outdoorswoman that is patriotic and lives for going hunting. Kendall has volunteered many hours to serving disabled veterans through hunts and fishing trip work both here in Virginia and in Maryland. As you will see Kendall did a nice job bringing you a story this week. I know you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Were you wondering why you where hearing gunshots in the middle of October?
The month of October offers a Youth Waterfowl Hunting Day. I was one of many youths who just could not wait to pick up my shotgun and go out to the field. My adventure-filled day started at 4:30 am! I got up and put on all my camouflage and loaded everything into my father’s truck. Then we met up with two other hunters; all together there were four kids and four adults. We headed out to a marsh in Caroline county for some duck hunting; unfortunately the ducks just would not fly for us that morning; so around 9:30 we packed up and headed for a field (also in Caroline).
We arrived around 11:00. There were already geese in the field we were going to hunt in. So, we set up our lay down blinds and decoys and all the geese flew away. We sat there for about 20 minutes and figured that we would be better off waiting until the afternoon. So, we returned at 3:00 and laid down in our blinds. Once in the blinds, the only thing you could see was the blue sky, cascaded with fluffy white clouds. This after several minutes became relieving, lifting the worries away. The rest of kids and I drifted into a nice mid-day nap, only to be awakened by the honking of a goose call and the responsive honks of the quickly approaching geese. When I was awake and fully grasping the situation, I found my gun and placed it in a ready position. Waiting for the command to “take`m “ and still in a daze, I mentally prepared myself.
“Take`m” was called and I popped out of my blind to lock my eyes on a goose in mid-flight and pulled the trigger. After gun shots all around had me stopped, and what was left of the geese flew away and the body count was three.
A few moments later while the adults were grabbing the geese a flock of three wanted to come in. The parents had to run behind us and put their face to the ground so that the geese could not see them. Sure enough, they flew in but only one of the boys got a shot. The action really started to pick up while we were talking and sitting up in our blinds listening for the distant honks. We watched as suddenly to our left, a flock of 100 plus came over the tree line.
It was just like something you would see in an outdoor show. We quickly laid down and covered up. I was somewhat doubtful we would get any to land, considering it is relatively hard to get a big flock like that to come in. Within seconds, we had hundreds of eyes looking down on us and if you were to make a single move they would all fly away. I would have to estimate about 25-50 geese locked up and came down.
There was that familiar phrase again, “take`m”. It gave me the sensation that runners get when the starters gun is fired. I popped out for the last time and fired at the first goose I saw. After my shot, I listened to all the ringing of shots around me. This led me to not be able to hear for five minutes. As soon as all the geese flew away and everyone had cleared their guns, we examined our kills. Everybody had shot their limited of two geese each.
The goose that stuck out to me the most was one we killed that did not have a right foot. This seemed very odd to me since geese swim often and need their feet to paddle. After packing up and saying our goodbyes, I reviewed my day and I would say it was pretty awesome.
~Kendall Rhodes is an 8th grade student at KGMS.