Post by duff on Sept 14, 2007 7:14:49 GMT -5
The Summit lake hunt was something else. First it was a 2+ hour drive over and my alarm didn't go off, for some reason I woke up and got my gear and dog to Summit by shooting time. But this is where the fun begins.
Get to check in the guy tells me if you have waders you will be fine in that pond, he's waded the whole thing in hippers, but if not there is a boat over there if I need. I thanked em and went on my way. Based on the map they gave me I was going to set up on the East side of the pond, The pond is surrounded by a 10 yrd wide buffer of blackberry/honey suckle/willow...thick stuff basically I could not see the water from where I was walking. After walking quite a ways I figured I'd go to the water's edge and see if I could find my marker. By this time I was nearly 100 yrds away from the pond
Finally I get to the pond and look to where I think the marker should be, nope not there but accross on the west side 
Figured if the guy could make it all the way in hippers I could in my chest waders. With my dog taking the lead I would slow down where he started to swim and we made it to the other side no problems other then a long walk for no reason and it was shooting time already.
I get set up and nothing really to mention other then loosing a bird I knocked down
. So when I decided it was time to go I packed up and went strait out to the county road behind me, A north south road, dropped all my gear in the weeds and dog and I strolled back to the truck parked on the East/west road. I had my 1600 grain boots, 5mm neoprene waders on so the shoulder straps were off waders kinda slumped down, I was probably 75 yrds down on the east west road when a junky van with a trailer slows through the intersection. I turn and watch em and think I hope they dont see my gear. Just as they get behind the tree line I turned to hurry back to my truck so I can go get the rest of my gear I hear one of the guys talking loud and a door shut. I just went "OH CRAP" turned and sprinted to the intersection (that's the funny part for those that know me). The guy is still standing next to the truck when I reach the intersection, looking into the weeds. I yelled "HAY", all I could get out. The guy turns to me and that's when my 100# chessie picks up the pace letting out some deep barks. The guy outside the van turns and runs back to the van, I am thinking this dude doesn't want to talk to me. Actually he was afraid of the dog. When I finally got to the van they were state employees who look for junk and trash. The guy never saw my gear. He was just hopping out to take a leak.
I was suprised I was able to make it that far at a dead sprint, then I had to walk back to my truck that I was almost to before the run. Did I mention I was in 5 mil neoprene waders w/1600 grain thinsulate boots that were not secured over my shoulders. And it was roughly 82 degrees
What a day, then a 2 hour trip back with no birds to clean
Get to check in the guy tells me if you have waders you will be fine in that pond, he's waded the whole thing in hippers, but if not there is a boat over there if I need. I thanked em and went on my way. Based on the map they gave me I was going to set up on the East side of the pond, The pond is surrounded by a 10 yrd wide buffer of blackberry/honey suckle/willow...thick stuff basically I could not see the water from where I was walking. After walking quite a ways I figured I'd go to the water's edge and see if I could find my marker. By this time I was nearly 100 yrds away from the pond
Finally I get to the pond and look to where I think the marker should be, nope not there but accross on the west side 
Figured if the guy could make it all the way in hippers I could in my chest waders. With my dog taking the lead I would slow down where he started to swim and we made it to the other side no problems other then a long walk for no reason and it was shooting time already.I get set up and nothing really to mention other then loosing a bird I knocked down
. So when I decided it was time to go I packed up and went strait out to the county road behind me, A north south road, dropped all my gear in the weeds and dog and I strolled back to the truck parked on the East/west road. I had my 1600 grain boots, 5mm neoprene waders on so the shoulder straps were off waders kinda slumped down, I was probably 75 yrds down on the east west road when a junky van with a trailer slows through the intersection. I turn and watch em and think I hope they dont see my gear. Just as they get behind the tree line I turned to hurry back to my truck so I can go get the rest of my gear I hear one of the guys talking loud and a door shut. I just went "OH CRAP" turned and sprinted to the intersection (that's the funny part for those that know me). The guy is still standing next to the truck when I reach the intersection, looking into the weeds. I yelled "HAY", all I could get out. The guy turns to me and that's when my 100# chessie picks up the pace letting out some deep barks. The guy outside the van turns and runs back to the van, I am thinking this dude doesn't want to talk to me. Actually he was afraid of the dog. When I finally got to the van they were state employees who look for junk and trash. The guy never saw my gear. He was just hopping out to take a leak.I was suprised I was able to make it that far at a dead sprint, then I had to walk back to my truck that I was almost to before the run. Did I mention I was in 5 mil neoprene waders w/1600 grain thinsulate boots that were not secured over my shoulders. And it was roughly 82 degrees
What a day, then a 2 hour trip back with no birds to clean
