Argentina 2013: A Wonderful Hunt and Fantastic Vacation, Day 5 Part 5

by david on August 22, 2013

Doug and I were the last two out of the truck, and we kicked back a little as the guys started to set up.  At first I thought we would be waiting until everything was set before we started shooting but I was wrong.  As soon as the back of the blind was built Doug was positioned at one end and I was at the other.  Jose pointed at 12:00 and 3:00, while Doug’s guide, Enrique, pointed at 9:00 and 12:00.  Both said “shoot” at about the same time and the fun began.  Birds were already flying and it did not take long for Doug and me to become engrossed in shooting and not paying any attention the blind set up.  When we were finally asked to step into the blind, I had to stop and do a double take.  The decoys on the ground were the same as in the previous afternoons but I’ll have to admit the mechanized decoys were unlike anything I had ever seen.  The battery, motor and steel rods were the same, but instead of having flags or cloth decoys attached to the ends, there were real pigeons attached.  It turns out that Doug and I started shooting early to provide the raw materials that were to be attached to the end of the decoy rods.  Go figure.

The set up worked well.  The birds were flying well and within moments more pigeons were on the ground.  During the infrequent lulls, our guides would scramble out of the blind and sat up more decoys.  These new decoys were the birds we downed a few minutes earlier.  These new decoys were impaled (in a way not to ruin any of the meat) and the wings were spread so they would flutter in the breeze looking as if they had just landed.  With the original artificial decoys, the motorized real bird decoys, and the staked-out real decoys, the action was constant throughout the afternoon,  With the previous two days of pigeon hunting under my belt, I found it easier to differentiate the pigeons from the rest of the birds in the field and settled down for a pleasant afternoon’s shooting.  The afternoon was about as good as it gets.  Jose and Enrique were watching the back and Doug and I were watching out front.  No matter from which direction the birds came, they were not really able to sneak in unnoticed.  Soon, little brother and I were in a rhythm, almost as if we were on autopilot.  Shoot a while, tell a story, watch birds fall out of the sky over our friends’ stations, and shoot some more, and so on.  Before I knew what happened, the day was over and our hunting in Argentina was at an end.  Each station was responsible for about 120 birds each, with my nephew Lee taking 120 all by himself.  What a wonderful way to end our adventure.  I don’t know who was prouder, Lee or his dad.

 

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