With 50-60 degree temperatures all over the state this past
week, hunters found themselves in a strange predicament. Many expected low
numbers and low activity, but were pleasantly surprised. Reports from across
the state actually appeared to show relatively good numbers still in the area.
Although nothing moved quite as much during daylight hours, due to the high
temps, there still was a strong population in the region. Most of us expected
the birds to have practically vanished overnight, but it seems birds south of
us in the flyway were making their way back north, thusly passing right through
the southern and central part of the state.
This weekend looks like a great opportunity for some late
season action. Bitter cold temperatures that we haven’t quite experienced will hopefully
push birds back down. Stay near big water because the birds you see will most
likely be on the move. Most small marshes have been shot out by this time of
the season, but new birds means new opportunities, so feel free to experiment. Personally, all my luck has been on the river
and near major wetlands. This past weekend, in fact, a personal goal and lifelong
dream of mine became a reality. I harvested my
first speck.
If you aren’t familiar with the term “speck”, I’ll explain
White fronted geese, also known as Specklebelly geese, are a
distant cousin to our all-too-familiar Canada goose. They are a western and
arctic dwelling bird. The majority of specks summer in the arctic, somewhere
between Alaska and northern Canada. They either migrate down the west coast to
California or Mexico, or they come down the Central Flyway to the gulf. In
order to see one in the Ohio valley, a specklebelly has to make some major
mistakes.
This particular goose flew into the spread amongst
twenty Canada geese. They landed just out of our decoys, and just out of range.
After watching the group for what seemed like an hour, I realized one of those
geese didn’t have a black bill. About a millisecond after I made this connection, another group flew in but this time they were landing right on top
of us. As my brother and good friend (retired Ohio conservation officer, Jim
Splete) started to shoot at this new flock I knew it was my one chance at a
bird of a lifetime. Then the purest of all luck rained down and I watched my
prize fall to the water.
Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but it is exciting to imagine the diversity in the region. There’s only a couple
of weeks left and I recommend taking a friend and hitting the water. And to
think I almost didn’t hunt this weekend.
Foggy, misty morning on the Ohio R.
My first Speck and a Canada