goldenboy
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Lots of "stories" coming out of that little chunk of land, some are true, some, I don't know!I spent the morning visiting with my daughter and son-in-law before they left around 12:15. I caught the single Dallas Cowboy highlight and then headed out to hunt solo on Hennepin Avenue. It’s a mile-long, small draw that’s perfect for one guy to walk solo, so it felt like the right spot for the day.
The first rooster flushed a few hundred yards in, and I got him. Another one flushed a while later, and I dropped him too. After that, no more roosters flushed, and I started thinking, "What the heck is going on?" When I reached the road one mile away from the truck, I realized the dumbness of my plan despite two beautiful roosters. About a quarter mile back, there was a slough I could walk with some cattails along the outer edge. I opted to head for that.
I gave it a shot, but only a few hens flushed. There were no roosters, which added to my exhaustion and left me feeling a little defeated. I decided to zig-zag my way over to a small pocket nearby. Sure enough, it held one rooster, and I managed to drop him.
I walked over to the slough by the road, the same spot some of you might remember from Joel’s post about a hen hitting a powerline. This was that exact spot. The dogs locked up hard on the edge of the slough, and before I could even process what was happening, about ten roosters flushed within 20 yards of us. With a limit in hand and completely wiped out, I almost thought I was imagining things. It was an incredible sight and the perfect way to end the day. Unless you ask my two dogs who were wondering why so many colored birds flew away for another day.
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