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I’m not a hunter. Yes, I have hunted, and the proof’s hanging over my desk at home. But I think I’ve probably shot my last ungulate. I just never had the hankering true hunters get to be out there and bring down four-legged non-frozen meat on the hoof. Birds, on the other hand, are a different story.

I love me some scatterguns, and while there are certainly better shotgunners, I’d rather spend time shooting trap or sporting clays than just about anything aside from sidling up to a plate of Cooper’s baby backs. Or a Stanley’s Farmhouse Dexter. Which probably explains why the idea of a bird hunt of some sort sounds like fun to me. And I’ve always wanted to try a duck hunt.

That’s how I found myself in camo gear, standing in the dark on the dock at the Flora-Bama Marina — smack dab on the Florida/Alabama border (strangely enough) — at 04:00 a couple of weeks back.

I was there to meet Intercoastal Safaris’ main man, Stephen Lee along with cap’n Aaron Abbott. Getting up at oh-my-God-thirty goes against virtually every fiber of my being, but you gotta be where the ducks are when the sun comes up. Or so I’ve heard. Which is why we shoved off at about 04:20 and plunged into the 40 degree pre-dawn darkness, making our way east on the Intercostal Waterway.

Skimming along the Florida/Alabama state line at 20 mph, I could barely make out Perdido Key to our right and what I later found out was Ono Island on our left. Our motor woke up a pelican on nearly every mile marker we passed on the nearly half-hour trip to the preferred spot Stephen and Aaron had chosen. The location of which I was sworn not to divulge.

First order of business: set out the decoys.

That area of the Gulf coast features crystal clear shallow water and is primarily known for three species of ducks; buffleheads, blue bills and redheads.

It took us about a half hour to get everything in place, by which time the rosy orange glow of the sun began to appear on the horizon.

There’s no shortage of places along the greater Mississippi flyway you can set yourself up in anticipation of southbound waterfowl on the wing. But there probably isn’t a more congenial one for hunters than the Florida/Alabama coastal area. Warm(er) weather, beautiful beaches, luxurious hotels, and great food as far as the eye can see. While it was chilly that morning, we weren’t breaking ice for our decoys or slipping heat packs into our waders like our fellow hunters do in Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois and Iowa.

And that’s one reason Stephen and Intercoastal do such a good business catering to their clients’ every need; they provide an exceptionally enjoyable experience in a great part of the country. It’s pretty much the ideal way for a noob such as yours truly to experience his first duck hunt.

Once the decoys were in place and the blind was set up, we settled in to, well, wait. We twied to be vewwy vewwy, quiet.

If you book a hunt with a first class outfitter like Intercoastal, you’re not exactly roughing it out there. Once we sat down in our camo-bedecked camp chairs to wait for some airborne activity, out came the hot coffee, breakfast sandwiches, and orange juice.

It was a picture postcard, crystal-clear coastal morning. We sat back and watched gulls and cormorants circle overhead while dolphins played in the water below. The only thing working against us was the fact that we were out there on only the the third day of duck season, and the southward migration had gotten off to a slow start this year due to some unusually warm weather up north.

Stephen had gotten good reports from Georgia and Arkansas; plenty of southbound traffic was heading our way. But those birds were still a couple of days out from our coastal location. So the ducks we saw that day were the early birds, so to speak.

That’s not to say we didn’t thoroughly enjoy the wait. There probably isn’t a more beautiful spot to post up and take in the sunrise and all the air and sea life. Not to mention that Naval Air Station Pensacola was just visible on the horizon to our northeast, so we had front row seats for the Blue Angels’ morning workout.

And when they finally did come in, they came in fast. The ducks, that is. Sporting clays is a blast, but it doesn’t really prepare you for the speed or unpredicablity — the fun, really — of the real things. So when a tightly grouped formation of four winged targets made a left-to-right pass about 20 yards in front of us, I aimed my Remington V3 Field Sport for the lead bird.

And hit the trailer. I blame that on my left-eye dominance…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I’d left my two Labs at home in Austin, where I’m sure they were fast asleep in my bed. Aaron was kind enough to wade out and retrieve the bird for me before I could even take a step toward the water. While the area may be known for buffleheads, blue bills and redheads, the quacker I’d bagged was a merganser.

By about 9:00 a.m., we’d seen all the activity we were going to see that morning. It was time to pack up the decoys and gear and head back.

If you’re savvy enough to book a duck hunt (or hog hunt or fishing trip, for that matter) with Intercoastal Safaris for yourself or a group of your friends, once you’re back at the dock, they’ll clean your birds for you. And your guns. And pack the meat in ice in your coolers…all while you tuck into breakfast or bend an elbow next door at the Flora-Bama Ole River Bar.

Or you can mosey across the street to the…wait for it…Flora-Bama Lounge and Oyster Bar, possibly the world’s only bar/restaurant/honky-tonk/store/watering hole/roadhouse/church. Yes, church.

Anyway, if there’s a better place for your first duck hunt, it’s hard to imagine where that would be. Unlike shooting deer, I think this duck hunting thing might have stuck. Now I just need to do something about the itch I’ve had to try a pheasant hunt.

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  1. Sounds like a lot of fun. Like you I’ve never been duck hunting but I’d like to try it. I’m less than 2 hours away from the Outer Banks and it is big out there.

  2. Thanks so much Dan for coming and experiencing your first duck hunt with us! We were truly honored to have you as a guest and hope to see you again soon!

    For anyone that would like to have an experience such as Dan’s call us at 850-375-2223

  3. Favorite time of day, various bands of light unfolding darkness while pulling crisp air into your lungs. Never felt the need to rise a rifle on wings however cherish other men have.

  4. Nice! While I don’t shoot ducks because I don’t care for the taste, I know some great spots for pheasant. Now that’s some tasty bird!

  5. Personally I’m more interested in goose hunting due to years of personal animus towards those ill tempered flying poop factories sullying my park twice a year. The ducks are much easier to get along with, although the idea of making Canard l’Orange with a bird I harvested is appealing.

  6. Duck hunting is my crackrock. By that I mean I will lose jobs embarrassed my family and spend whatever it costs to scratch that itch. I leave today for a three-day down at Eagle Lake.

  7. I’m better at duck hunting than I am at deer hunting, but for whatever reason I prefer deer. I think it’s the taste preference that swings it for me. That looks like a blast though. Never done coastal hunting.

  8. I’ve never been hunting, but hog hunting is the one I think I’d like to try some day. A pest animal that really needs to be controlled that also happens to be made of pork? How great is that?

  9. The Flora-Bama. That place should be full of memories for me, but it seems I’m having a hard time accessing those memories. Very fuzzy…

  10. I will do any type of hunting. But quail is my crack cocaine at the moment. I have to drive two and a half hours to my favorite spot and do it gladly.

  11. Try not to fall in love with it or you will never have any money lol. Here’s what I do if I happen to waste a shell on a merganser….feed it to the dog.


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