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Washburn: 2020 duck season one to remember

Washburn: 2020 duck season one to remember

From the Our environment: Winter 2020-2021 series
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Iowa’s waterfowl seasons have officially concluded. Gone but not forgotten, the 2020 duck season will be remembered by many hunters as the best in recent years. I whole heartedly agree with that assessment. For me, it was the best season since 1979.

Like snowflakes, no two duck seasons are alike. Each delivers its own unique blend of highs and lows. There are days when you just can’t miss [or so I’m told], and there are days when you couldn’t hit a duck if it were sitting in a cage. There are days with empty skies, and days hosting big migrations. Exactly how an individual will remember the season largely depends on when and where they hunted. And although the 2020 duck season delivered more than its share of action-packed waterfowling adventure, there is no question about which day I will most remember.

That day was Monday, Oct. 26. During the preceding weekend, the season’s first blast of arctic air had pummeled the upper reaches of the northern Great Plains. Minnesota and northern Wisconsin were covered with nine inches of new snow. Temps had plunged into the single digits and the northern wetlands were locking down.

Here in Iowa, temperatures had sagged into the teens and a rising northerly breeze was making it feel even colder. Before moving on, the front had dumped around an inch or so of wet snow – just enough to make it look and feel like winter. In spite of the wind, most marshes had already frozen and remaining stretches of open water were on borrowed time. The stage was set. If there was ever a day to be sitting in a duck blind, this was certain to be it.

Green-winged teal drake

Adorned in a rich mix of herringbone, cinnamon, and iridescent green, the green-winged teal is one of our most beautiful waterfowl.

I was so excited over the prospect of what the day might bring, that I had barely slept the night before. Making my way through the predawn darkness, I had my decoys in place and was snuggled into a wind breaking tangle of willows well before daybreak.

My closest decoys – an assortment of mallards and teal – floated less than 10 yards from where I sat. Off to the side, a lone wood duck decoy swam back and forth at the end of its line. Although most wood ducks had long since departed, I was hoping that a lonesome straggler might be riding the trailing edge of our first winter storm.

Shoulder to shoulder

As additional flocks swarmed the decoys, my blind was soon surrounded by an untold number of shoulder-to-shoulder teal. It was an incredible sight.

In spite of my grandiose expectations, the morning began with stark disappointment. Near or far, there was nary a duck to be seen. The skies were barren. A half hour later, things took a sudden turn for the better when I spotted a flock of 25 to 30 wood ducks approaching low over the rushes. Arriving at the decoys, the flock must have mistaken my lone wood duck for a long lost relative and immediately splashed down around my colorful counterfeit. I hadn’t really expected to see any wood ducks, and to have a flock of this size pile in was an unexpected treat.

The closest birds were within 6 or 8 feet of where I lay crouched in the willows. The nearest hen quickly spotted me, sounded the alarm, and the flock went airborne. As the birds retreated, I managed to scratch down a prime drake. With a beautiful, feather perfect bird now in hand, my perspective of the day quickly changed.

Following a 15-minute lull, a flock of a half dozen green-winged teal appeared from the north. The flock spotted my decoys and, same as the wood ducks, immediately decided to pay a visit. The birds flared straight up when I rose to fire, and I missed – with both barrels -- what should have been easy shots – if there is such a thing on flaring teal. I had barely reloaded when I spotted a second group of teal skimming over the rushes. They also came directly to the decoys and this time, I managed to collect two birds with two shots.

Green wings in flight

An endearing favorite of hunters nationwide, the green-winged teal possess speedy flight and outstanding flavor.

As I admired the ducks’ immaculate plumage, I was reminded that there’s a lot to like about the green-winged teal -- not the least of which is its stunning beauty. Adorned in a rich mix of herringbone, cinnamon, and iridescent green; the green-wing easily ranks as one of our most colorful waterfowl. The green-wing is also our smallest webfoot – weighing just under a pound when in prime condition. But although small in stature, the species is huge in flavor. Only the famed canvasback offers superior table fare.

Although the wood ducks had been something of a surprise, the green-wings were not. The peak of their annual migration usually arrives in Iowa sometime toward the end of October. In other words, the green-wings were right on schedule. But what was completely out of the ordinary was the severity of that recently passed arctic air mass. As I was soon to learn, the same Big Chill that had put ice on northern wetlands had simultaneously triggered a mass exodus of staging teal -- teal that were about to arrive in Iowa.

The morning was still young. With a drake wood duck and two beautiful green-wings already in the bag, I was sittin’ pretty. Regardless of whether or not I bagged another duck, it had been a good day.

Little did I know what amazing events the morning had yet to offer. What happened next will be etched into my duck hunting memory for a long time to come.

Sometime after eight o’clock, high bunches of southbound ducks suddenly began to decorate the morning sky – scaup, gadwall, mallards and other flocks too distant to identify. Before long, an increasing number of teal also began to appear. Not just an occasional flock, but rather a never-ending procession with some groups containing upwards of thirty or forty birds. Many of those ducks came to the decoys and I had soon attained my six-bird daily limit.

Normally, I would have picked up my decoys and headed for home. But today, the ongoing migration was just too spectacular to walk away from. Settling back with a fresh cup of coffee, I watched as a seemingly endless parade of green-winged teal raced across the autumn sky. Additional flocks swarmed the decoys, and I was soon surrounded by an untold number of shoulder-to-shoulder teal. Many of the migrators were sitting less than ten yards from the blind and I was almost afraid to blink my eyes for fear of being seen. It was an incredible sight.

The nonstop, teal dominated flight continued for the remainder of the morning. At 12:30, the green-wings were still pouring in. By now, the migration had achieved an epic dimension. In more than sixty seasons of duck hunting, I had never witnessed a flight that had lasted, nonstop, for this many hours.

All good things must come to an end. After being in the blind since the wee hours, I was out of coffee and out of food. Like the ducks I’d been watching, I needed to refuel. It was time to head home.

Returning to the same spot the following morning, I was happy to discover that, in addition to iced in rushes, there was also open water. But like so many wisps of smoke, the green-wing hordes had vanished. Rested and refreshed, the flocks had apparently decided to continue their southward journey sometime during the night. The exodus was so dramatic that I only spotted two teal during the entire morning. The great green-wing migration of 2020 had come and gone.