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, December 20, 2011
GREEN WITH ENVY
The mallard is the most popular duck in Kansas. Die-hard waterfowlers anxiously await the times when waters up north freeze and food sources are covered with snow. That sends the big ducks packing and Kansas is on their list of stopover points. How long they stay here is never a science and depends on the weather. At this time of year there's no shortage of efforts to take a limit of five greenheads. Throw in an "extra" duck and a 6-duck limit is a wonderful thing.
A buddy and I recently had a wonderful late season hunt on a small pond during the warm spell last week. Recently ice-skatable, the pond opened up for a few days. It didn't take the ducks long to move back in, either, and the sights and sounds were inspiring.
Huge flocks of mallards, some numbering into the hundreds, descended from a bright, blue sky. Early on there was little wind but we still got a few to play our game. As the morning progressed the wind came up and ducks heavy with full crops from feeding were looking for water and a midday hangout. We had the welcome mat out and our 2-man limit of 10 greenheads was quickly filled. Throw in a beautiful drake greenwing teal each and we had duck straps heavy with nature's finest colors of the fowl world.
With just a couple weeks left in the season I'll be out as often as possible. There's something magical about big, or even little flocks of mallards responding to a call. It's addictive and I hope they never find a cure.
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