We had a pile totaling close to 300 doves at the end of the hunt. As action packed and exciting as it was, I was very thankful that the staff at Solimar was very proactive about making sure that each and every bird was cleaned properly and distributed to the villagers in the immediate area, so that none of the meat- doves or ducks, went to waste.
After a hearty lunch at the resort it was time to gear up for the final hunt of the trip. I finally had a chance to team up with my good friend Dave Ciani on this hunt. On our way out to the blind I was even fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to drive the airboat. What a thrill!
Dave and I started out in a little teal hole. It didn’t take long until we had piled up a nice little stack of about 15 Blue wing and Green wing teal. Then from across the horizon we saw a big flock of about 20 Black Bellied Whistlers heading our way, back from the fields. They were still pretty high up when they got close to us but we hit the whistles and called them right down to about 25 yards. When they were directly overhead we called the shot! Dave and I both opened up and 5 more birds hit the water!
From there we took turns at the Pintails and Cinnamon teal that swung through the decs before we picked up for the final move and ultimately the final hunt of the trip.
Since we had so much fun with the Ruddy round-up the day before, we elected to end the trip with one more go at the little butterballs. After getting relocated and in position, we had a scattered flock of Ruddys come screaming across the water, I took out a pair before Dave was even set up. The next bunch that came by and Dave and I tag teamed a pair and watched them tumble across the water to a screeching halt. From there it was every man for himself as flock after flock of the little Ruddys came banking around the corner of the point we were set up on and it was as fast as you could reload and get ready again.
When the sun finally hit the horizon we heard the airboat headed in our direction and we both knew our incredible adventure was about to come to an end. We each had grins from ear to ear as we looked over the water and saw little white bellies with black feet sticking up all over across the bay. After a quick “High 5” we climbed back into the boat, picked up our birds and headed back to the resort to meet up with our compadres.
Spirits were high in camp that night as we all enjoyed a few celebratory cocktails and picked through the best birds to take home for the wall. With one more amazing five course home-made Mexican dinner under our belts it was time to call it a night and get packed up for the long trek home in the morning.
This was truly a World Class waterfowl hunting adventure on one of the most beautiful coastal marshes on the continent. With over 20,000 ducks on the marsh and countless shore birds and Flamingos all around us, there was never a dull moment. This was one of those experiences to tell the Grandkids about many years from now, that was for sure!