A Different Kind of Hunting Story

So there I was, at water’s edge, ghillie jacket and hood breaking up my outline, balaclava hiding my face, weapon resting on my knees, fog just a bit too thick, ducks just a little bit too far away.

Lift!

I was willing the fog to lift just a bit so I could get my dream shot.

Behind me I heard a car door slam.

WTF?

Then the crunch of footsteps behind me, and the low murmur of quiet conversation.

Seriously???

The invasion grew. More car doors slammed. Conversations breached the murmur threshold and quickly became downright loud. I might as well have been on the set of a Jerry Springer show.

Finally fed up, I stood and headed toward my car, stunned to see it was literally surrounded by garrulous bird watchers. I realized I must’ve looked ridiculous, having taken so much care not to be seen, but surrounded by people who weren’t even trying to hide.

I wanted to scream at them: “You know, if you’d shut the hell up and hold still, the birds wouldn’t all be 100 yards away!”

But I didn’t. I hate confrontation.

The woman who appeared to be the leader of the group, clearly apologetic, assured me they’d all be leaving soon so I could get back to what I was doing.

“There’s no point,” I said, dejected. “There will just be more of you.”

While I was disappointed, I shouldn’t have been surprised. I’d been hunkering down in the bird-watching area at the Yolo Bypass Wildlife Area west of Sacramento, one of the rare places where large numbers of bird watchers and duck hunters routinely come into close contact on public land in California. We’re usually much more segregated.

Duck season was actually over for me. It was junior hunt weekend, so the kids were having one last blast to the south of me. I, on the other hand, found myself confined to the always-open bird watching area where I was “hunting” with my Nikon D300s and a rented 200-400mm f/4 lens. I was trying to get a few shots of wild ducks for my boyfriend’s upcoming duck cookbook, “Duck, Duck, Goose: The Ultimate Guide to Cooking Ducks and Geese, Both Farmed and Wild" (Ten Speed Press, Oct. 1, 2013)”

birdsA bull sprig takes off unharmed at the Yolo Bypass Wildlife Area near Sacramento, Calif., in February – one of the better shots author Holly Heyser made that day while hunting with a telephoto lens instead of a shotgun.

If you’re not familiar with photography, I can tell you a 200-400mm lens is serious glass – it’d cost you $6,800 new – but even with all that focal power, you still need to get ducks inside 20 yards to fill the frame, which is how you capture all the beautiful detail of their plumage.

The ducks in the bird-watching area of Yolo are pretty tolerant – they can tell the difference between people who want to just look at them and people who aim to kill them. But they aren’t park ducks, either – they keep their distance from even bird watchers. I wasn’t going to get my perfect shot without a bigger lens or a quiet blind, and neither was going to happen.

That said, my experience that day yielded one insight.

Many who oppose hunting tell us we should be content to hunt with cameras – we can get all the thrill of trying to get an animal to come close and let its defenses down, but without the bloody ending.

I can confirm that it is, indeed, really cool, and while I don’t have the money to buy that big honkin’ lens, I could see myself getting into wildlife photography bigtime, given the chance. It’s a great opportunity to tickle your hunting instincts during the off season.

But not during hunting season.

The stalk, or the lure, just isn’t the same without closing the deal. I’m not saying I have to kill an animal every time I go hunting – I’m fine with the lack of guarantees.

But the ultimate point of hunting is to feed myself, not pretend I’m trying to feed myself by going through the motions.

Sadly, though, we’re more than seven months away from duck season where I live. So for now, going through the motions will have to do.

 

Holly A. Heyser is a hunter, forager, writer, photographer and college journalism lecturer who lives in Sacramento, California. You can see more of her work at hollyheyser.com.

Last modified on Friday, 01 March 2013 00:25
Holly A. Heyser

Holly A. Heyser is a hunter, forager, writer, food photographer and college journalism lecturer. She writes a blog about hunting at http://norcalcazadora.blogspot.com.and shoots food photos for boyfriend Hank Shaw, who writes a blog about wild food at http://honest-food.net.

Website: norcalcazadora.blogspot.com
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