Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
IT'S ALL GOOD AT DUCK CAMP
The Bottoms is 20,000 acres of wetland heaven. Unfortunately, the nature of the beast doesn't allow wetlands to be wet every year. But in what could be considered the biggest save in history the Bottoms has water in a couple units thanks to a storage pool and other work done years ago for just such an emergency. The fact it has ANY water at all after 50+ days of 100-degree-plus temperatures and no rain is nothing short of a miracle.
Our main objective at duck camp is to shoot ducks. But it's also about big fires, good food and friends and maybe a power nap or two. The aesthetics of such a place is almost worth the trip in itself. We see many species of ducks, geese, shorebirds and other wildlife like deer, turkeys, snakes, turtles, skunks and raccoons.
Our day starts at around 5 a.m. with a wake-up call and we're out the door of my camper by 5:30 a.m. We launch the boat at about 6 a.m. and motor to our spot and set up with 20 or 30 minutes left until shooting time. All the sounds of the marsh are amplified as the sun begins to glow in the east.
Ducks were plentiful enough to make things interesting last weekend. We shot pintails, gadwalls, widgeon, teal, coots and a few different species of divers over the course of our stay. We'd hunt 'til late morning and then return to camp and cook a breakfast outdoors the Waffle House would be proud to serve.
We'd clean ducks and tidy up our gear and camp. The next couple hours might involve a good snooze falling asleep listening to the Cottonwood leaves rustle in the wind. Now refreshed a fire was the order of business and a few snacks and drinks would precede some good eats. After dinner the fire was stoked big enough to see from space as we relaxed listening to screech and great-horned owls, white-fronted geese and sandhill cranes.
The next day we'd do it again.
It's all good at duck camp.
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