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off I would like to congratulate StudlyHunter on winning this years Junior
Hunt Giveaway. Remember, all junior hunters are automatically entered in
the drawing. Cody aka StudlyHunter is a fourteen year old out of Chico,
California. He is an avid outdoorsman who enjoys duck hunting, deer hunting
and any form of fishing. For 14 years old he is a very conscientious outdoorsman,
and an outspoken advocate for hunter’s rights, having letters published
in local newspapers on any variety of controversial hunting topics. |
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also want to thank Mark Trione for allowing us to use the Tulle Goose Gun
Club to host this year’s junior hunt. I accompanied Cody and his father
to the Tulle Goose, located in the Heart of the Butte Sink in Northern California.
The Butte Sink is one the most important and heavily used wintering areas
for North American waterfowl and the Tulle Goose is located immediately
adjacent The Greylodge Wildlife Refuge sanctuary. It features a beautiful
clubhouse, 211 acres of natural wetlands, trained dogs and extremely low
hunting pressure. |
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are only 5 two man blinds on this property and they limit the hunting
to Wednesdays and weekends. For the first time in a while mother
nature cooperated with us on the junior hunt. We woke to overcast
skies, north wind to 10 and occasional rain. Things were shaping
up well. We logged on and checked out the averages for the blinds
and found that blind 4 had been shooting the best for the current
conditions. We loaded Cody and his father up on the Honda and set
out to Blind 4. There is nothing like the excitement in a child’s
eyes as shooting time nears. In the dim early morning light there
was a good flight of bird’s curious enough to come well into
range while on the way to the refuge. We set out a couple of spinning
wing decoys and set up in a makeshift blind in a stand of tulles
40 yards away from the permanent blind. The birds had become a little
wary of the blinds at the tail end of the season and we had experienced
great success setting up slightly away from them. We could then
catch the birds during their wide swing of the main blind. |
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Nice Double (1.3 Mb) |
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Single (1.4MB) |
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Shooting
time rolled around and Cody didn’t waste any time, folding
up what we thought was a drake mallard that came over the top.
Upon retrieval we saw that it wasn’t a mallard at all, but
rather a redhead. That was the first redhead I have seen in several
years and was fun for Cody to ID. Several other groups of birds
came right into where Cody was sitting, but he had trouble seeing
through the tulles. It seemed that the week of rest had made the
birds less wary and they were working the blind pretty hard so
we moved back into the blind. I was amazed again and again what
a conscientious and courteous hunter Cody was. He repeatedly passed
on birds (green heads) that were slightly on my side, so he wouldn’t
shoot over my head. It didn’t matter though, Cody was a
dead eye. Check out the video clip of Cody doubling on ducks.
He could have even tripled but he only had two shells in his gun.
I think I might have had more fun than Cody did. He was a great
caller, and I enjoyed sitting back and watching him work ducks
into range before rising up and firing.
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Second Shot (1.2 MB) |
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Only
a few flocks escaped untouched. He passed on shots that had the potential
to sail birds into the refuge and was patient enough to let the birds get
in close for high percentage shots.
Cody was having a great day and we finished his limit by 9:45. It was slightly
surreal that the season was officially over. With grins all around, we snapped
some last minute photos, and headed back to the club house. It is days like
that which make me love the sport of hunting. I could remember when I was
that age and the how magical an outing like that could be. And so the season
drew to a close and all we could do was count the days until next year’s
opener. |
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