Sitting in a blind, my frustration escalated. Wigeon were funneling into a flooded field 500 yards away, but I couldn’t pull a single bird to me.
The next morning, I moved. With my dogs and a small, single-panel blind, I tossed out 10 floating wigeon decoys in a U shape. Ducks looked at the spread but wouldn’t commit. Then I opened the U, creating two rough lines with openings on each end.
Over the next 20 minutes, wigeon flocked into the spread—hundreds of them. In short order I’d secured a limit of wigeon—all drakes. And that was just the beginning.
More wigeon arrived over the course of the last six weeks of the season, culminating in the best duck season I’ve ever experienced. It wasn’t just me. Friends and fellow hunters throughout the Pacific Flyway were elated with the wigeon hunting last season—actually, the last two
