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, November 1, 2011
DUCKS DESPITE DROUGHT
Some ponds and wetlands can rely on pumping to provide water in drought years. It's a difficult, and often expensive task, but it does provide the key ingredient waterfowl need in their migration southward. It doesn't work on a large scale but it can provide good results on smaller wetlands and ponds.
The duck opener in my neck of the woods found hunters having some success on pumped wetlands. Birds didn't necessarily cover up the newly-formed pools but they did provide promise for future hunts. We killed a few early season migrants like pintails, gadwall, wigeons and teal. No mallards made an appearance, but that's about the norm for this time of year. Cold snaps will send these "fair weather" ducks south on their journey and the big red-legged mallards will show up when it gets cold.
It's hoped the "build it and they will come" mentality holds true and with adequate water migrating waterfowl will stop and check it out. It's still early in the game and the next couple months will tell the tale of whether or not the ducks stop or just keep right on going to greener and wetter pastures. I'm hoping they stop for a visit.
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