Not many res showed up. Had a low pick on the sweatline and ended up in a good blind. Had my 8yo and uncle so we missed a lot of opportunities but had plenty. Shovelers and gwt. Sounded like a lot of shooting for what turned out to be a slow count for most others. Stuck around for Sunday hoping the forecasted wind would offset the typical Sunday duldrums but it didn't. Good weekend regardless.
Wister jan 11/12
- Thread starter joshkw
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I miss Wister…
The days of 7 pintail, the morning flight silhouetted against the chocolate mountains, Max Berg and the Spottsman Catering trailer, the smell of arrow weed, the sight of snows lifting off next to the old Check station lot and just watching them fly over. The number of Honkers we used to see. Walking a dike and creating our ‘fort blind’ which included burlap nailed onto stakes that we would stick in the ground.
Wearing old jeans and tennis shoes to wade ponds as dad couldn’t keep us 3 boys in ‘real’ waders, and eventually getting a pair of stocking foot rubber wader pants with elastic should straps.
The walk up to the check station with our birds as everyone waiting wanting to see how we did. Laying the birds on the screened table for staff to check them and always good conversation…. Many times as sweat dripped off our nose.
And being happy to just get old with dad and even a single Spoony could make our day especially if we didn’t sink our feet too deep in the ‘mud’.
God bless you Wister hunters. It’s different but what a thrill.
Good luck as you finish up this season
The days of 7 pintail, the morning flight silhouetted against the chocolate mountains, Max Berg and the Spottsman Catering trailer, the smell of arrow weed, the sight of snows lifting off next to the old Check station lot and just watching them fly over. The number of Honkers we used to see. Walking a dike and creating our ‘fort blind’ which included burlap nailed onto stakes that we would stick in the ground.
Wearing old jeans and tennis shoes to wade ponds as dad couldn’t keep us 3 boys in ‘real’ waders, and eventually getting a pair of stocking foot rubber wader pants with elastic should straps.
The walk up to the check station with our birds as everyone waiting wanting to see how we did. Laying the birds on the screened table for staff to check them and always good conversation…. Many times as sweat dripped off our nose.
And being happy to just get old with dad and even a single Spoony could make our day especially if we didn’t sink our feet too deep in the ‘mud’.
God bless you Wister hunters. It’s different but what a thrill.
Good luck as you finish up this season
Hey Rick,
As I was walking up to the check station on Saturday after our hunt I was looking at that "screened table" and I told my buddy, "that table has been here forever, I wonder how old it is and I wish there was a date on it from when it was built". Some things have changed out there but the mud and that table remains the same for now...
As I was walking up to the check station on Saturday after our hunt I was looking at that "screened table" and I told my buddy, "that table has been here forever, I wonder how old it is and I wish there was a date on it from when it was built". Some things have changed out there but the mud and that table remains the same for now...
It sure sounds different (other than the table) but the impact on us all is still the same. My 8yo drew this on the car in the way home after seeing his first snow goose this weekend. I'd say, similar to you, memories that wil last a lifetime were made. 
