Been through Cayuga a couple of times, never stopped.
My folks lived in Rutland back in early 1970s, when Dad was Agent at Havana.
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Back in the late 70's I was selling cars in Fargo and I would get up at 3:00, load my golden retriever and six deeks in my truck with the old 870 Remington and drive out to a spot I knew near Gackle. Not visible from the road and not posted. I would walk out with gun empty, let the birds fly and throw out deeks. Dog and I would sit there for half an hour, wait for the birds to return, pick them up, pick the deeks up and head back to Fargo to sell cars. Dog was better at the latter than me.
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Screw the Vikes. Been disappointing fans since their inception. 1987 NFC Championship game was enough for me.
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They passed on Marcus Allen for the shrimp/butter fingers Nelson. Lmao.
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Another place I did a lot of goose hunting was Lake Sibley, south of Binford. And back in the mid to latter 50s when we lived at Jessie and Binford... Lake Sibley, Jessie Lake, and Lake Addie. I used a Model 12 Winchester...the 3" heavy duck version those many years, and just sold it last year to a guy near....Jud.
I grew up in Stirum, ND. very very small town in the area. Hunted ducks, geese and pheasant everywhere between Cayuga and Ludden. There are literally 1000s of potholes in the area for puddle ducks.
For geese, any good stubble field or cut cornfield works with a nice set of decoys.
For pheasants, we would usually walk any railroad tracks running between feilds.
Been through Stirum more than a few times hunting pheasants. We liked to set up on millet stubble...that seemed to work the best for us.
We had pretty good luck walking the old rail bed near Brampton....and then that big slough a mile or so north of the rail bed for pheasants.