Here is a little flashback to this past season. Thank you to everyone who made these hunts possible and a huge thank you to Duck Boy himself for always making my dreams come true! AND of course a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart to my girls, Miss Belle and Maddie May for picking up all the birds and doing the hard work!
God is Good y’all! Enjoy!
* Yes, I know these are not the best quality pics and videos but they are real. Real and uncut. This whole video illustrates what it is like to be right there in the blind with us! There are no camera crews riding with us; No professional photographers falling our every step; but I cherish every minute we spend out there.
**and I apologize in advance for my language at the end. Shooting your first official ALL DRAKE triple was beyond me being able to control my excitement or my mouth 🙂
Well duck season has officially come to an end. I’m very thankful for all the hard work that Duck Boy, Jordy, Al, Cory, and Chris Green put in to make such great hunts come together. Hard work does pay off. Without them my camera damn sure wouldn’t get as much use out of it. Sad she had to come to an end but happy to be able to look back on all of it and smile! Here’s a little something to wrap up our last week of the season. Kansas, you have my heart! Y’all enjoy!
Here’s a little something, something from my first snow goose hunt ever! We were lucky enough to find a brother from another mother, Chris Green, with Migration X Outfitters. Chris let us tag along for an awesome hunt! I miss you North Dakota!!! Y’all enjoy!! Thanks for watching ❤
There is a man who I call duck boy. He is tall, dark, and handsome. He has a chiseled jawline that makes panties fall off. He is strong. He is kind. He is smart. He is right with God.
What most people see is that duck boy likes to duck hunt. Duh. But what y’all don’t see is how much he puts into each and every hunt. From hours on end of scouting and scouting looking for the perfect field, pond, river, levee whatever it may be to set up on. The misconception of our pictures is that we have a guide or pay to hunt on some plantation loaded with fowl. Well we don’t. And one thing it takes to free lance hunt is Drive.
Like Miss Belle on the trail of a wounded duck, Chris will not stop. He will NEVER stop. His drive to find birds for that perfect hunt is incredible. He won’t stop until he finds what he’s looking for. When I’m tired and half dead in the passenger seat ready to go home, he’s still driving. Looking, scouting, finding…
Without duck boy my soul would be incomplete. My duck hunts would most definitely fall short. Along with letting me be apart of his hunts, he always makes sure I’m happy.
On December 15th, 2016 Chris called in a group of 150 Canadian geese into our spread. One of the honkers was so close I thought he was going to land on my blind. After we shot and we’re done hoopin and hollerin…he looked at me and said, “You happy baby?” I couldn’t even speak. Then he said, “You said you wanted a goose hunt. How’s that for a goose hunt?” Smiling that sly Chris Kirby smile.
Yes, I am the luckiest girl in the world. There are not enough “thank yous” in the world to tell him how much I appreciate all his hard work and devotion.
God made Duck Boy just for me❤️
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While there is no place like home, North Dakota has a piece of my heart. Here’s a little video to wrap up our time in God’s country. Enjoy!
Chris and I learned so much from this trip and met so many great people. God willing this will be a new tradition for us. We plan on making this trip every year! We had a blast to say the least ❤️
Well after lots of scouting, we came across a pond 15 minutes from where we were staying. We pulled up on a hill and there she was…a secret little duck hide away you couldn’t see from the main road. After glassing it with some binocs, I’m guessing there was about 800 ducks sitting on it. Mostly gadwalls and mallards 😍 After drooling for 10 minutes we set out to find out who owned it. A lady in the house over the hill directed us back out on the main highway to another house. We pulled in and there was a huge John Deere steady working behind the barn. We parked walked over and when we reached the tractor a sweet man named Nathan opened the door. He told us it was his Dad’s pond and we were more then welcome to hunt it. We invited him to come with us and he said he had never even been duck hunting before 😱 We told him he was sitting on a gold mine and convinced him to join us the following morning. Very cool! He said that he didn’t get many breaks from the farm and with the government the way it is, farmers have taken a huge hit. “There just isn’t a lot of money in farming anymore with all the restrictions but we still work very hard to keep up.” My heart broke when he said that. All in all, my respect for Nathan and all the other hardworking farmers out there grew even more and made me look forward even more to the next morning hunt.
Continue reading “Gadwall Smack Down”
First and foremost, duck hunting is not for the faint of heart. Especially not free lance duck hunting. It didn’t take long for Chris and I to realize the effort that needed to be put in to get on some birds up here. With the weather being 20 degrees warmer then normal for this time of the year, birds have been rather hard to find. I can’t tell you the exact number of hours we have drove around scouting out ponds and fields but it’s been ALOT. Some areas had 5 here or 15 here but we wanted a little more security. Finally, we rolled up on a pond that had about 80 mallards on it and there was some Canadians farther toward the back. We drove about a mile up the road to a house and pulled in to ask for permission to hunt it. Knocked on the door, no answer. About a minute later we were greeted by the cutest old man on an old International 😊 Mr. Orvin was such a pleasure and about 30 mins after to getting to know him and hearing his story and how he lives off the land, he gave us the word to hunt the pond. Very cool and look forward to keeping in touch with him. We were off back to our little hunting cottage to get stuff ready for the am.
Continue reading “First hunt in North Dakota, ever.”