Flash Dance

A pair of high flyers rocketed past our meager decoy spread, following the shoreline they made their way back into the open bay. From their posturing, I could tell they were circling back, “Charlie, get ready! They’re coming back in!”

The birds covered the distance between us quickly and had started their descent before I had the opportunity to stand. Rising to my feet, I drew a bead on the second of the two birds leaving the first for Charlie. With my target in range, I pulled the trigger and the bird cartwheeled into the water with a splash.

Pivoting to my right, I followed the path of the lead bird and realizing that Charlie had lost sight of it, I pulled the trigger dropping it into the pond not far from the first.

Moose, eager to participate in the fun, made quick work of each retrieve, bringing back our first Green Wing teal of the season.  Resettling ourselves amongst the cattails, I passed both Moose and Charlie a celebratory chunk of wildberry fritter. 

Charlie and I munched on our pastries and scanned the skies for more birds in relative silence, while I quietly celebrated our return afield.  It was good to be home, with my boy by my side, exactly where he belongs.