Friday morning was a little foggy with light snow, making a nice background for duck hunting. So I loaded Dakota and Elvis into the truck and headed for McTucker Springs. Dakota has come up lame after her last two hunts, which have been comparatively easy, so I can see the writing on the wall. With Sophie retired from hunting, Dakota may not be far behind. She’s still a maniac for about the first hour before losing steam and then is happy to follow along beside me.
We came upon a small flock of Bufflehead soon after starting out but I missed my shot. At McTucker, it’s a matter of picking little windows of clearing in the brush to shoot through, and then hoping you can line up a duck through them. Those would be the only ducks we’d see.
I ran into some other hunters while leaving McTucker and they hadn’t had any better luck than I; one of them told me that he had made some inquiries and the northern migration was making its way into the Teton Valley, so we should see the number of waterfowl increasing. He also mentioned hunting for Huns, which sounded good to me, so on the way home I made stopped and hunted partridge for an hour or so. No sign of any birds.