The birds circle once and look hard at our decoys. Something isn't right for them and they flare off to the north. I say to myself, my heart racing. I lift my head and see a trio coming for me. I can tell they are interested in landing.
Small groups are best.
They usually come right in. I honk a couple times. They circle once looking the whole time for the spot where they want to land, then they fly about 70 yards out, turn around and come right toward me. All I can hear is my pounding heart. I grasp my shotgun, my finger ready to click off the safety.