This topic reminds me of my brother and cousin’s pit blind. Let me explain.
I had never shot geese out of a pit blind so this was new to me.
So here we are an hour and a half before daylight and I’m wondering why so early, so I ask. -- I should have known better.
David (my brother) says we have to bale out the pit. --- Three 5 gallon buckets and 25 minutes later we are standing in a foot of water and Scott says, good enough, lets get the blocks set out. Scott and I set the decoys and are working our way back to the pit. All of a sudden I see yellow flames lighting up the pit blind, Scott, what in the heck is he doing.
Breakfast don’t you eat breakfast?
We get to the pit and David has Two Coleman cook stoves going and three cast iron skillets on the heat. Two dozen eggs and a loaf of bread setting on a little shelf and maybe four pounds of ham sizzling in the largest pan.
Every thing is looking good until I see the shelf, the shelf that the Coleman stove, big cast iron skillet and that four pounds of ham is setting on. It is nothing more than a piece of plywood with a hinge on it so it can be folded out of the way, and a stick about the size of your finger holding all of that weight. Now I would have never said a thing about their wood working skills if it wasn’t for this one little thing that mad me feel a bit uneasy.
That big skillet and that four pounds of ham where on the left burner of the cook stove and the whole shelf was tipped down towards me. They, my brother and Scott said not to worry that stick has done a fine job of holding up the shelf. --- I should have known better.
So we start eating the ham and Scott says, how do you like the ham, I tell him it is the best I have ever had. Then he says, its Rose Ann.--- WHAT!!, not that sick a** pig the kid’s raised for the Lucas county fair. --- Yep, it’s her. --- I thought you had to shoot her.--- I did.
We are 15 minutes from shooting time and David ask how many eggs do I want.--- None, shooting time is almost here. You hunting or cooking. --- Cooking, I have some geese in the freezer, you and Scott can shoot I’ll cook up some eggs; you want some more ham – No.
Scott and I are hunting; David is cooking eggs and eating that sick pig.
We have 5 ducks coming in off the lake. Scott, what are they. --- I don’t know, Sprig I think. ---- David in the background with a piece of sick pig in his mouth – Twoooo watte in wee wear foor sppig --- What! spit out that pig and talk too us ---- Too late in the year for sprig.
Scott looks David square in the face and said, they are Sprig, and you need one for the wall.
Now the fun starts
Scott is digging in every pocket of his coat looking for a Pintail call and David is trying to get shells in his gun. It’s funny, wish I had a movie camera.
Scott found the sprig call and is whistling at the ducks, David gets his shells in his gun and jumps up to get a look see at the ducks and hits that little shelf that is over loaded with a cast iron skillet and some sick pig. The shelf went up, the stick fell out and the whole mess is hitting me.
The skillet hit the stock on my gun, a chunk of that sick pig went down my hip waders with some of that hot oil it was frying in, the skillet hit the foot or so of water that was in the bottom of the pit scared the heck out of me, the Coleman stove is under water, Scott is still calling to the sprig and you will never guess who got the one and only drake Pintail in the flock. Yep,David
So you see VC1111 ----- I don’t cook in the woods, the boat, in the campgrounds, I don’t cook in the great outdoors. I know better. ----- Give me a can of Spam and I’m good to go.