Mai Oh Mai
In the early hours of the morning we launched the boat in one of those little out-of-the-way places that is only visited by opening weekend hunters and the odd die-hard hard-core waterfowler in the remainder of the season.
The reason that it’s not visited as much as it should be is because it never holds a huge number of waterfowl and it can be a fair bit of a mission to hunt at times.
Despite this, it’s a neat little spot that’s challenging to hunt and I really enjoy going there.
When we left home there was a heavy frost on the ground and no wind, which wasn’t ideal, but you have to deal with the cards you’re given. In the shelter of the ramp there was no perceivable wind, but once we reached the open water there was, in fact, a pretty brisk south-easterly. A good wind was just what the doctor ordered, but not from this particular direction.
On reaching the maimai we had planned to use we soon realised it was not a goer. The wind was blowing straight towards us and it was unlikely that ducks would decoy to this spot in the conditions.
A lightening sky saw us hurrying back towards the ramp and to a more sheltered spot. If I had been hunting by myself
