Drove out to the ranch last Saturday to do some cleanup around the yard. Took photos on the way in and the way out. Here are a few of them. Click on them to read the captions.
The barbecue on Friday night was great. Had my son-in-law Brett with me as a guest.
The sunrise was nice.
Not many ducks. Came in with three green-wing teal and a shoveler.
Lots of time to take photos. Here are a few.
That was about it. Stayed too long. Kept thinking something good would happen.
Brett got a few ZZZZs in the blind.
This was the weekend of the annual fish-out, an event created and fostered by my brother, Rob. Despite significant rain, the event went off without a hitch and we had a great time.
The libations were liberal and masculinity was evident.
When I departed yesterday, the largest fish honor was held by John Frydendahl – a striped bass of about 15 pounds.
John also told us that he’d been “spooled” by another fish before the rest of us arrived. We could only wonder about the size of that one.
The white-front geese appeared to be staging for a flight north. They will leave any time now.
Pheasants and mallards were displaying and chasing each other around. Managed to photograph one rooster in full bloom.
Hunted Webb this weekend. Had a hard time getting a good shot at white-fronts, but Aleutians, snows and cacklers were plentiful. My friend Bob and I passed up tons of shots and came home with nine dark geese.
Here’s a link to a video taken shortly after sunrise this morning.
Mayberry Farms is not what it once was. There was a day when we had a duck club with about 150-200 acres of shallow-flooded seasonal marsh. At times we had mud flats covered with dowitchers, stilts and avocets.
When the shallow ponds were converted to deep perenial ponds, the shore birds disappeared from our hunting territory. But occasionally they return to wade the shallow water in the fields adjacent to Mayberry.
Here are a few that were present on Sunday.
There were a few other birds around as well.