I am interested in the possibilities of floating a creek or small river here in the fall and jump shooting ducks. What is my best way to practice? Any tips or hard learned lessons are appreciated.
I'm thinking about balance in my OT pack and being able to hit anything.
Dan, I duckhunted for a dozen or so years from an Old Town Pack on rivers and marshes here in Maryland. I learned a few lessons, none hard.
For starters it is easier and more effective to use a tandem canoe, with the bow shooting and the stern solely paddling and maintaining control of the boat. None the less after a couple years going tandem my hunting partner and I went into solo canoes.
Using a 12 gauge was fine, the kick from the shotgun was inconsequential in terms of boat stability.
It helps to arrange some kind of convenient gun rest. You will have paddle in hand until the last moment when the ducks jump up, and will lose a precious second or two setting the paddle down and picking up the shotgun. Any delay more than a second or two and you might as well not take the shot.
I used a long double blade in the Pack, but when I sighted ducks ahead I put the double down and picked up a short, almost kid sized single blade. The less visible any paddling motion the better, and that was one of the rare times I found an inwater recovery helpful. If you try to stop paddling and just float slowly closer while holding the shotgun the canoe will invariably begin to drift sideways, and that was always counterproductive.
I made a simple brush holder for the bow of the Pack, just a board Swiss cheesed with a bunch of drilled holes. I would plug Pin oak branches, which keep their leaves through the winter, into the holes as bow camouflage. That simple trick helped immensely, coming downriver the Pack looked more like a clump of floating brush and less like a canoe and paddler.
The most helpful trick we learned was to go with a partner and use two solo canoes. One of us would head downriver first while the other waited at the launch point for half an hour. The trailing boat a half mile behind would often get a shot at the ducks the first boat jumped when they flew upriver. When I heard BOOM BOOM I would immediately look for an eddy to pull into with a good view downriver.
We eventually settled on a leapfrog technique. Each of us carried decoys in the canoe. After a mile or two the lead canoe would find an eddy or shallows for the canoe and toss out some decoys. The trailing canoe would sometimes jump ducks that would head downriver and glide into the decoys.
When the trailing canoe caught up we would sit together over those decoys, and then the trailing canoe would head off first while the other canoe stayed with the decoys for a half hour. The new downstream canoe would jump stuff that settled in upriver at the decoys, and that new front boat would go a mile or two downstream, set out their decoys, and repeat.
We used that same leapfrog technique when hunting in marshes. The lead canoe would head up some gut or side slough and the second canoe would wait at the entrance.
By far the most productive duckhunting technique in the marshes was to get off the main body of water. We always wondered where the ducks went after dawn when the shooting started, and one day with little action we took a marsh walk and found the answer.
We took a leg stretcher and walked a couple hundred yards back into the marsh to find the little basin ponds and puddles FILLED with ducks. After that we rarely bothered hunting the mainstem in the marsh. Instead we headed straight out towards those inner marsh ponds and dragged our solo canoes back to sit and float there instead.
The guys with jonboats and motors could not possibly get back to those little basin ponds and we always had them to ourselves, and never failed to hit our limit.
One memorable bag limit story. On one trip when we were still using a tandem my hunting partners son came along. He had just passed his hunter safety course and was duckhunting for the first time. We put him in the bow of my 17 foot tandem with an over and under 12 gauge, with his father in the middle and me handling stern.
His dad was telling the tale of a double he had hit the previous weekend when we saw a flock of ducks ahead. We reminded his son in the bow
Do not shoot until they jump.
Crap, just upriver, between us and the ducks, was a short weir with an obvious tongue.
Do not shoot, do not shoot until we are past the weir. The ducks were clustered in the pool immediately after the weir.
The canoe bobbed through the weir and the ducks did not jump until we were dang near in the middle of them. BOOM. . .BOOM.
Five. Five ducks with two shots. His son had limited out with his first two shots. His dad never mentioned his double again.