Over the past 4 years, Mike “Tuck” Poddo has made a trip to Oklahoma to come duck hunting with me. Without going into details of each of those years, basically our success rate has fallen each time Tuck shows his face around here. Somehow he brings bad luck with him everywhere he goes or at least it seems that way. This last weekend was no different. Although the ducks are few and far between right now, there’s always those spots you can scratch out a few. The first morning we hunted my creek. I had just scouted it the day before and it was holding a couple dozen mallards and gadwall. Friday morning we didn’t fire a shot other than Tuck jumping a few that had landed down stream. He missed of course. We scouted a few spots I’ve been to in the past and found a backwater holding a few birds so we setup on that the next morning. Saw 2 and they never hit the decoys. I sent a message to my buddy Scotty and asked if he had a place that we could kill a few. He took us out to one of his spots that always produces. Saw 3 that never hit the decoys. On the way back last night, Tuck and I decided that he would sleep in his last morning here and I would sneak down to the creek and see if I could get him a duck to take home to his kids (they told him he better bring a duck home). Here’s the story of this morning:

I woke up at 7:45, grabbed my gun and took a walk with Cody, my old lab. I checked 3 spots along the south side and not one bird on the creek. I walk over to the north side and checked a few spots and nothing. Not one bird on the water. As I walk towards the point where my two creeks meet, I hear a drake gadwall make their notorious buzzing quack. I look downstream and he’s down there quite a ways feeding. I decide to make a sneak attack out to the point of my property to see if I can get Tuck a duck to take home. As I get out there hidden behind the last tree, he’s still about 60-80 yds away and there’s also a drake mallard with him. I stand up and as they get up I make three hail mary shots at them which was obviously not successful at that distance. I look down in disgust and I look back at them as they fly way. Well, for some stupid reason the drake mallard ends up flying towards me instead of away. I grab one shell out of my pocket, chamber just in time for one shot. I dropped him dead on the ground on the other side of the creek. After several attempts, Cody finally picks up the scent and makes the retrieve. As he brings it back to me and drops it on the bank, there was a shine on his bright orange leg that I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was a band! I just stood there and laughed and thought to myself “The Poddo Factor”

Kill em!

Rooney

The Kids Were All Smiles After a Great Morning Hunt

It was foggy this morning, very foggy! We knew there would be hot competition for this little slough on public land so we arrived early. Legal shooting time was a little after 7am on this cool morning and we rolled up to the parking area around 5:30am. It was Kenzie (Hoss’ 14 year old daughter), my boy Aidan and myself. We were there early to get to our favorite spot, setup “camp” and disperse a few decoys. The Mallard Mafia HitKids, 5 total, would not be too far behind us with their mentor, Steve.

We struggled getting going this morning as it was one of our first hunts of the season and all the equipment was not quite “in place”. My headlamp would not stay on so I struggled with a handheld flashlight stuck between my teeth as we gathered all the gear from the back of my truck. Most everything we had was too heavy for my little guy Aidan to carry so it was just Kenzie and I carrying gear in this morning. We took one decoy bag loaded with a dozen G&H Teal Decoys , two Mallard Super Feeders , three stools and, of course, my thermos of coffee. I slung this bag over both shoulders like a backpack, a cooler full of breakfast food and drinks for all 7 kids over my right shoulder and my trusty bag full of video camera gear over my left shoulder. Kenzie handled her gun and her blind bag full of shells. Off we went on the half mile trek to our favorite hole. This walk proved to be tricky with all the low lying fog. It begins through a heavily overgrown field full of small saplings, tall Johnson grass and lots of sand burrs to frustrate the little guy. I was guessing our location as I did not have any way of using my normal landmarks to guide me into the narrow tree line that breaks the slough from the field. Somehow my trusty lab Cody led us right where we needed to be.

Lets go back to how this Youth Hunt began to take shape. Earlier in the week, I had been scouting this area checking to see if any big ducks had moved in with the cooler weather hitting the north. Although I did not find what I was looking for, I did scout about 100 teal using the small slough. The next day, I scouted again and the teal numbers were growing to an impressive amount. I just happened to send a short text message to all the boys over at Mallard Mafia Hitmen and Steve responded “Do you mind us having our youth hunt in your hole?” and my response was “Let’s do it!”. So the preparations began. I wanted to make sure this was a special hunt for these kids. I continued to scout this area everyday all the way up to Friday. The number of teal continued to rise almost 100 per day all week! At that point, I knew this was going to be a great hunt!

After throwing some decoys, setting up cameras, and getting the kids settled, we sat patiently in the dark waiting on the rest of the group to arrive. Many things were going through my mind as we all sat there quietly. How am I going to make sure everyone is safe? Will the ducks still fly in all this fog? What values will I be teaching these kids today? As I think about all these things, Steve and the HitKids are struggling to find their way thru the fog as well. I hear the sound of a duck call come through the woods. I blow my call back and we finally see each others lights. Its on! As the rest of the kids get situated, Steve and I do some final adjustment on our spread. The first hint of daylight is peaking over the horizon, the kids scurry with excitement. We get them all sat down in their respective spots, keeping them all in line with each other the best we can on the bank of this slough as to protect any one from getting behind another while shooting. Steve stands out in front and gives a safety speech, all the kids listening intently. We help them all load their guns and get situated, giving each one of them an idea of the angles they are allowed to shoot while reminding them that safety always comes first even with the excitement of big flocks of ducks buzzing the spread.

By this time we are 10 minutes into legal shooting light and the first ducks swing in for a look. The kids knock down a few Green Wing teal within the first 30 minutes of the hunt, 5 to be exact, and Cody made quick work retrieving all the downed birds. I felt it was very important for these kids to learn that we always exhaust all effort to find and recover downed game. The dog is important in the effort as well as the hunter actually going out and combing the area for downed birds. Sometimes in the heat of the moment, a group of hunters can take down 5 or 6 birds out of one flock and lose track of those downed birds. This is why, during the slow part of the morning, the mentors would take the dog out again and comb the slough for downed birds and sure enough we found one. My boy Aidan was having a great time helping run the dog and counting the birds for us. Even though he was not toting a gun today, he was still an important part of the hunt.

During this slow part of the morning, I broke out the portable stove that Steve had brought along, pulled over the cooler and cooked a nice, healthy breakfast for these kids. We started off with a toasted bagel, egg, sausage and cheese sandwich followed by a grilled hashbrown and some orange juice. I love cooking during the hunts but it never fails, just as soon as the frying pan started popping with a fried egg, the birds start flying again. This is when the action got hot! We had flocks of 20 – 30 teal at a time cruising down the wide end of the slough back into the flooded grass mats we patrolled. Even though the kids had trouble swinging fast enough to keep up with these feathery jet planes, they knocked down a few out of each flock and very quickly the pile grew to 19 birds. Again, my boy Aidan kept the count right and we decided that it was time to pack up. After a little photo session for the memory book, everything was packed up nicely the way it came in. We had each kid help clean the area including ALL shell casings. We started our long trek back to the trucks, each kid happily carrying gear and birds with proud smiles on their face. It was a successful hunt in my books at that point.

The smiles on those kid’s faces told the whole story for the morning. It was a successful hunt but more importantly than bagging game, these kids had a great time and learned many valuable lessons that will stick with them for years to come. I hope each and everyone of them will join us at different times during the season to expand on what they learned and enjoy the outdoors as much as possible. I hope all of you reading this will join me in my quest to get youth outdoors, no matter if its hunting, fishing, camping, hiking, whatever it takes to get kids outside and enjoy what Mother Nature has given us all. If you are on Twitter, give me a follow @JoshDickerson7 and continue looking for updates with the hashtag #YouthOutdoors. With the joint effort of Angi from GooseMafia (@GooseMafia on Twitter) and me, Rooney of First Light Gear, there will be a new youth movement sweeping across the country in the coming years. It will take the effort of all of you to use this tool that we will provide to get Youth Outdoors!!!

Thank you for reading,

Rooney

Rooney Cooking Up Some Breakfast For the Kids

Cody Doing What He Does Best

Sitting in the Fog Waiting For Ducks