Hunted Old Monroe Sunday afternoon on the north side. When I got into blind 1, I was by myself and had a pair of mallards work in. They kept circling and acting like they wanted into the pool, but they also made a couple passes over the top of me out of range. I tried to stay still and hunker down, but I had a bad feeling they were going to bug out. Finally on the third pass over the top of me, I couldn’t wait anymore. Jumped up to shoot a greenhead as he was coming over the top of me at 40-45 yards. BAM! BAM! BAM! Missed all 3 shots as he flared up high and was gone with the wind.
Who-Bear and Jeff then showed up. We had a nice group of 5 birds work us and do the same thing as the previous pair before they bugged out. Then a big group of 10-15 mallards showed up 45 minutes before closing time and did the exact same thing. They would circle the pool, but just didn’t want to commit. Something must not have been right with our set up. We probably could’ve taken some long shots at a few passes, but we were hoping for birds in the blocks. Finally on one of the passes, we both jumped up to shoot, but then I called it off because they seemed a little long. In hindsight, we should’ve been hammering them anyway. They were shootable, and there was no way that they were going to come back and give us that chance again.
So moral of the story … be ready to reach out and touch them birds at Old Monroe. Just lead them by a bus length and a prayer.
As we were walking out that night, we saw big flocks of birds showing up. They must have been coming in with the NW wind, but unfortunately for us, they showed up a little too late. Now I’m itching to get back out — they’re finally here!