Waterfowl season had come to an end and it was time to put the equipment away for another year. To all of us hunters – both experienced and new – it’s a time of year we all know is coming, regardless of how much we put it off. I have to admit, in some ways, I look forward to this time as it helps me reflect on the special memories of another season. As I paused to reflect, I couldn’t help but remember my favorite weekend; a once-a-year tradition with my three sons and family friends.
Though it's not the most productive, the traditional Christmas Eve hunt trumps all others because of the precious time spent in the blind. Living an extremely busy lifestyle with my three boys makes those times rare, and I truly cherish them.
For more years than I would like to admit, I've been blessed to have a small group of friends invite me to their goose pit. My buddy Adam, his wife, Melissa, and Dad, Gary, certainly fit the definition of friends, but have become more like family. The tradition started out as just us four bringing donuts and coffee to satisfy that morning lull between flocks. But as the years ticked by, it became less about filling limits and more about the hours in the pit sharing stories and a full brunch spread
worthy of the Food Channel. It never takes long before the sound of the gas stoves roar and the smell of pancakes, sausages, eggs and venison fill the blind. The only downside of these “pit festivities” is that it often leaves little attention to the flocks of geese that are trying to land in the decoys. We've become pretty good at scratching out a few birds between passing the maple syrup and pouring fresh coffee refills.
As I put away all the equipment from this past season, I can't help but smile and think about all that was shared and experienced. I'm counting down the days until next season.