We grow corn here right on our back door, Ducks love it right after harvesting and as luck had it we picked the last of it on our property five days before the first weekend of May which for once was perfect timing. If there’s one thing I really like to hunt that’s Paradise Ducks anyone that has hunted in New Zealand has probably seen these Feathered foes to me they are one of the worst native birds we have in NZ by a country mile. The god awful squawk the female gives when she sees a human will spook any deer within several kilometres and those ducks have cost me so many hunts over the years I just like killing them, call me a sadist but I actually hate them and Hunting “Parries” as they are referred to is pure vengeance, so it’s no wonder opening morning is one I look forward to as a matter of settling the score. This year was shaping up to be a good one, our hale bale blind was put up straight after harvesting and decoys were set, hundreds of Parries were seen landing right next to the blind and some of those birds even appeared to be socialising with those which were man made, I couldn’t count them there was so many and while doing a few last minute alterations to the blind on the eve of battle I had to watch them coming in squadrons which only added more to a pining and yearning locked within.
HUNDREDS OF PARRIES ON THE EVE OF OPENING DAY.
So accompanied by Joel who was going to film some and shoot a few later we set off before dawn. I was in Veil with my old trusty Hunters Element Shell Belt full with 25 lead fours, Beretta set with 3/4 choke and a smart walk soon we were locked and loaded blind bound our ears full of squawks from the nearby ducks their only sanctuary now—darkness.
A LONER BEFORE IMPACT.
With the sound of far away shots the skies soon became alive and as the sun started to give us legal light we began to call, the first group was a dozen birds my pulse surged and with Joel’s whisper, “I’m on em” the safety was off and the first three shots delivered with glee dispatched two drakes, the smell of burnt powder from a smouldering muzzle gave me a dose of the warm fuzzy’s only a hunter can appreciate. Wave after wave of kamikaze ducks came in on our spread the limit of 10 reached in an hour of hunting one of our better mornings by far. The veil gear performed well as did my trusty Hunters Element shell belt which for my 10 ducks was a lot lighter, So it was day one over ducks hung in the chiller, bacon and eggs for breakfast, a couple of happy boys whom were planning the next assault for the next dawn raid Sunday morn.
MY TRUSTY HUNTERS ELEMENT SHELL BELT FOUR SEASONS YOUNG.
OPENING MORNING GLORY.
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