This hunt was a testament of what true friends do for one another, especially hunting buddies. On Sunday evening last year a buddy of mine called me and said he had found some ducks. My response was, “I only have three days of vacation through the rest of the year, is it worth taking one?” He said he wasn’t sure about that but said there was quite a few, with a slight snicker. I was hesitant because I didn’t want to cut a later trip I had scheduled short so I declined the offer. Before good daylight the next morning my phone dings, picture message. Wouldn’t you know, five man limit of green by 7:00! You can draw the rest of your own conclusions, this picture was the next day!
Eyes to the Sky
There are three things that I enjoy most about hunting ducks, family, friends, and dogs. Although, sometimes what you enjoy most can be the most frustrating. I snapped this picture one morning as we had a lull in the action. Little did I know Buddy picked up some movement as a group of greentops tipped by at the treetops. It was on after that!
Legends of the Fall
1928 is not just an enthusiast of ducks and turkey! We love the great outdoors and more importantly the heritage of hunting and fishing. When we are not after the feathers you can find us with a bow or rifle in hand chasing mature whitetails wherever an adventure may carry us. This is a Kansas buck that we never quite put in bow range, but you should see a few we did.
This image was taken Easter Sunday 2015. Easter Sunday is a significant day to 1928 Heritage Co. for more than one reason. This was the day we lost Tuby’s wife and my grandmother. She was the matriarch, the glue, the enabler of all things hunting and a whole lot of love. Since that Easter, I have killed a turkey every Easter morning except one. That morning I left him gobbling at 9:00 a.m. hurrying to get to church…I could see her pointing her finger at me, testing me to make sure my priorities were going to hold their proper order. The walk in this picture with Tuby is so simple and helps me remember that the uncomplicated and easiness of life still exists in our much too hurried world.
Texas Two Step
Whoever says that the outdoor lifestyle does not have its place in today’s society is just plain foolish. A group of my family and friends and I take a spring time turkey hunt to some destination each season. Through our hunting heritage I met a group of guys from Texas who put us on these birds here. This image was captured as a good buddy and I doubled up on some Rios in the Hill country of Texas.
Murder in the Marsh
This fascinating story is from a 1902 Field and Stream article. “Murder”, as it has become commonly called to us, is a misrepresentation. How the story has been passed down to me is much different than the interpretation in the article. Whether my forefathers were one of these men or not (local folklore believes it to be), this was a time when men traveled by horse drawn wagons on land and pirogues by water in order to hunt. Men of this time housed large families, and many times extended family members as well, in their homes. Hunters would leave for several days just to travel the 20 miles to what is now known as Lake Bistineau, set up camp and hunt for meat that would be a supper staple until the next hunting season. Just the trip down there took a day by wagon. As for “Murder” is concerned, a group of local men built a dam across Bayou Dorcheat’s tributaries so that it would back up the winter rains, subsequently creating a fowl migration paradise. This was not done by heavy machinery but by back breaking labor with a shovel. In “Murder,” time and effort came to fruition in the story depicted here – a slaughter that provided for multitudes of family. In this case, hard work payed off. Keep in mind that hunters today fly 13 plus hours away to do what these men did here. What is portrayed as a massacre by conservation standards today is regarded at 1928 as a dang good shoot.
Stubborn. Hard headed. Drive. Drake, ignited a fury in me like no living mammal ever has. Nothing could make me as angry as this black lab could. However, when it came time to perform and get down to business, I have never seen a dog that worked harder and loved the thrill of the retrieve like Drake.
Polly was bought as a family pet, but it was soon evident that with minimal training what she was bred to do. She had a spirit to please with a discerning personality that showed us she knew exactly what needed to be done. She is gone but well remembered.
We have a 20+ year friendship that has been involved in every kind of adventure you can name. Now we are raising our young boys together and growing up doing the same things we did. This image speaks so much more to me than the picture I snapped. Hunting ducks in Louisiana in late season is difficult because they have been shot across the lower 48 and Canada. The rice fields of Louisiana can be quite the challenge of retrieving birds that just don’t want to quite finish.
If you were ever fortunate enough to share a duck blind with Tuby Goodwill there were few days when you did not see the noon hour or early afternoon, but one thing is for certain: if you did not decoy ducks at 11:00 it was time to hang it up. Even if there were no early ducks, the 11:00 flight would typically come through.
Some of the old timers speak of the “Ancestral Hole,” there are places in my family that have been hunted over 50 years. Even though they are not what they once were, they can be as good as any spot when the ducks are forced to push South.
Who we are is a family of 5 generations that have a passion for hunting and the outdoors that runs through our veins and resonates with every beat of our heart – a fever that was born over 100 years ago. This passing down of a passion has fostered and cultivated relationships that make us who we are. It is our heritage and our legacy. What is your legacy?
1928 was the year Tuby Goodwill of Minden, Louisiana was born. This marked the day of a new era of sportsman.