Bullet21XD wrote::idea:
Trigger wrote:h2ofwlr wrote:If I won Powerball I'd pay for it to be in the waterfowl booklet.
What good would it do? You pay for it, yet you are the one who tried to downwind me on opener. So if the guy who pays for the ethics column to be printed doesn't abide by the ethics printed, should we all abide by those same ethics? Or does the guy with the money gets free pass?
What's the whole story?? I always figured fouler to be "that guy" in the field. It's bad enough he's a thief...now we hear he's a dick-like hunter as well. I've always been warned by people that were burned by foulers dishonest ways...mainly...DO NOT EVER tell him where you're hunting....EVER!!
So there I was, a young, impressionable waterfowler who thought we were all out there for the same reasons, that every waterfowler was my friend through a love of hunting ducks... boy was I wrong.... it was opening morning, still dark, I don't recall if this was a 9 or noon opener, but it doesn't matter. Me and two other groups of friends (3 boats) got on a well known point on Swan. I was on the tip of the point, then 100-200yds (does it really matter EXACTLY how far? 200 yards downwind is still unethicaly close for a stranger to be, especially when there are HOURS before shooting time) on either side of me were my friends, tucked back into the bays made by the point. We sat there for several hours, cooked breakfast, looked at the stars, just loving the fact that it was the greatest morning of the year... duck opener. Nothing could ruin our fun... but we were we wrong. Suddenly we heard the whine of a 9.9 on a 14footer screaming our way, we shined our lights at this guy and instead of just continuing on his way he boats right past us. This guy then proceeds to slow down, and pull into the cattails 100-200 yards away, in the immediate vicinity of another member of our party. We couldn't figure out what was going on and just assumed it was someone our group knew. About 20 minutes later we heard the voice of older gentleman... absolutely SCREAMING at the top of his lungs. "YOU SOB's! WTF!!! GOD Fing DAM IT!!!", just going off on what we could only assume were our friends. The reason for the yelling is still a mystery, clearly we were there first. We started getting ready to paddle over there bc the way this guy was screaming we thought for sure he was in a murderous rage, and that we would have to defend our friends. But luckily before we left, the screaming stopped and we heard the a motor start up and the stranger leave.
It turns out our friends, apparently in a food coma from eating breakfast pulled into the weeds and fell asleep without any light on. That was their mistake, and the last one they ever made because that was last day either of them ever hunted ducks, the experience they had with the guy who is supposed to be waterfowling brethren soured them on the sport for the rest of their lives.
I got home that day, went onto Waterfowler.com and began reading the account of one Alan Nikolai on the happenings of that morning, as it turns out, the stranger who attempted to set up unneccesarily close with hours to go before shooting time, who SCREAMED at my rookie friends for making one mistake.... was the one and only H2OFowler.
"When we have as many hot button issues going on as we do at any given time, we must use a science based approach to management. It is not always the most popular, but is the only way way we can defend ourselves." Tom Landwehr, September 2013