Today I got all the paraphernalia together to go Predator hunting for the first time this Winter.
After parking, I walked about 3/4 of a mile.
Got all set up and a very good setup it was, well hidden, wind direction just right, etc.
I said to myself "this is perfect". A front is moving in, 100% cloud cover, very little wind, 3:30 p.m., the game will be out before the coming storm.
Then I made my first call. In about 10 seconds I heard some coming at a run. 7-30 Waters Contender at the ready on the Pole Cat sticks.
I said to myself "I don't believe this".
Then out of the brush came 2 Labs. After they started barking a bad though ran through my mind, but my Father raised me better than that.
Packed up all the carp and came home to a nice warm house.
Worse things have happened.
Dog gone Dogs.
