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Title: “I Got One! Sandhill Crane hunting” “Kill Em!” shouted the guide. Our hearts were pounding as we could hear the cranes just 35 to 40 yards away on their final approach. Our ground blind flew open and the barley straw concealing our location flew every direction like snow in a snow globe. Carri Ann’s sat up in the ground blind and her Beretta rang out as about a dozen sandhill cranes were about 30 yards out over the decoy spread. Their feet dropped and wings were flapping to touch down. A beautiful mature crane crumbled and fell just a few feet amongst the decoys. The excitement rang out, “I Got One!” Carri Ann had connected on her first Sandhill Crane. Andrew had harvested a crane just to the right of the decoy spread, two other cranes crumbled from the hunters on the left side of the spread. Andrew had hit a second bird but was still in flight gliding towards the black spruce and birch trees covered in beautiful fall yellow foliage lining the edge of the barley field. The crane’s wing was damaged but could glide. Titan, a mature seasoned black lab, shot out of the kennel covered in barley straw and began retrieving the downed birds. Titan locked in on the gliding crane as he touched down near the edge of the field. He quickly caught up to the bird and retrieved it. Each time, Tel would give Titan the retrieve command. Titan would lock in on the bird and scoop up the crane in his mouth. He proudly returned with the crane to Tel weaving through the maze of decoys. Titan would sit at Tel’s feet looking up awaiting praise and ready for the next command. Our first flock of cranes would allow five cranes to be harvested. For a short time, we were warm and high fiving each other. We were filled with excitement and big smiles. Each hunter provided a detail-by-detail account just how the past few minutes. A few photos taken and more cranes were heard in the distance. Tel shouted, “Tuck In, we have cranes locked in on our decoys!” This routine would go on throughout the day as flock after flock of cranes, snow geese, Canadian geese, and swans were migrating overhead. This hunt would start back in the spring as Carri Ann talked about a bucket list sandhill crane hunt for her husband, Andrew, with Hugh Clark at the Alaska Waterfowl Association banquet. Hugh stopped everything he was doing at the banquet and shared Tel Brown’s contact information. “Reach Out to Tel, he will make it happen for you.” Tel is the co-owner of SEAK Outfitters. Carri Ann and Andrew are avid outdoors people. Carri Ann became engrossed in learning about cranes, their behaviors, and migration. We seek adventure and “Make it” happen because we know that someday, the Alaskan hunting and fishing drive will come to an end. We do not want to look back and say, “I wish we would have gone on that adventure!”. During the dinner and live auction, Carri Ann had started texting with Tel. Before the night was over, we had potential dates. We just needed to confirm our calendar. We would be hunting the fall season for lesser sandhill cranes in Delta Junction, Alaska. The crane season corresponds with the regular waterfowl season. Cranes are harvested conservatively for subsistence and sport in some regions but are protected under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act. There are some important habitat areas protected in Alaska. Sandhill cranes are among Alaska’s largest birds and often referred to as “Ribeye in the Sky”. Cranes are wading birds with long black legs, long necks, and black chisel-shaped bills. Adults stand approximately three feet tall and have a six feet wingspan or more. Mature birds are an ash-gray color with a bright red forehead. Immature birds are quite mottled with coppery or rusty feathers and lack the red forehead of adults. Adult plumage is attained at two-and-a-half years. In the past, the sandhill cranes in Alaska were called “little brown” cranes and were thought to be a separate species based on their color. Most outdoor enthusiasts identify sandhill cranes by their dance. This display may be one of the strangest breeding displays on the tundra. Often called a mating dance, this ritual reaches a peak in late winter and early spring, but it has also been seen at other times of the year when two cranes meet. The ritual starts with a deep bow followed by great leaps, hops, skips, turns, and more bows. This dance can go on for many minutes. We would be hunting the more populous northern group of sandhill cranes that breeds on the Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta, in the Interior, and along coastal areas throughout western and northern Alaska. Our hunt would start with the seven-hour drive from Palmer to Glenn Allen then north to Delta Junction. We would travel a well-known historical journey that so many had before us prior to the Richardson highway being built from Valdez to Fairbanks. This drive was filled with Alaska’s beauty from the snowcapped mountains with yellow and red fall foliage. This was a true treasure and worth the drive. Our accommodation for this hunt would be the Silver Fox Roadhouse. The Silver Fox Roadhouse on the Alaskan Highway just outside of Delta Junction on Saturday evening. We had a cozy log cabin with kitchenette and oil heater. Roadhouses are a part of Alaskan history. These rugged outposts were typically simple log cabins built by trappers, goldminers, and other fortune seekers well before statehood. The outpost is where supplies and food could be replenished, a warm bath and sleeping accommodation welcomed all for the night. As we tucked in for the night, anticipation was building. It would be a sleepless night of endless thoughts of cranes landing in the decoys, the loud rolling musical rattle of their voices, and sight pattern looking down the barrel. Cranes have very powerful, unmistakable voices. We would meet up with Tel and Jared at their cabin along with four other hunters the next morning. Tel and Jared were welcoming, knowledgeable and addressed our questions. There was a confident vibe about them. We would go through the typical greetings and introductions. Once the formalities were dispatched, we would load up into the trucks with our gear and head out to nearby barley fields. The early morning hunt would be cold, wet, and windy. The skies were various shades of gray clouds. As we walked from the truck, we could hear the cranes talking almost tempting or teasing us. About three dozen decoys welcomed us to our ground blinds. Within minutes, we would tuck into the ground blinds. Tel and Jared would make sure we were concealed in our blinds completely covering us with loose barley straw. Cranes are very wary birds with incredible eyesight. Anything that looks out of place or movement will cause the cranes to flare out of range. Within minutes, the cranes were inflight all around us. We were shivering as we laid in the darkness of the ground blind. Rain was dripping through the soaked straw and on our faces. We had our shotguns strategically placed so that as the blind opened, we could quickly pull up on the cranes. We would be shooting from a sitting position. Tel recommended we use number 2 shot or BBs with a 1500 feet/second velocity. Our shotguns had waterfowl steel full chokes tubes. Our shooting window was 10 o’clock to 2 o’clock from 20 to 40 yards. At 50 yards, the potential harvest is marginal with steel shot. Our guides would sing sweet songs on their crane calls trying to entice each flock of birds migrating overhead. We need just a few cranes from each flock to break off and feed in the barley left by the farmer before continuing their migration. As the sound of the cranes approached, the excitement and anticipation would build allowing us to forget about being cold and wet. The shivering would stop for the moment, and we would lay quiet and motionless. We were soaked to the bone. We would play cat and mouse with the cranes with each passing flight. Some flocks would just pass by with out any acknowledge or interested in stopping. Other flocks would come just out of range to take a closer look at the decoys and be serenaded before flaring and continuing the migration. Our hearts would sink as we laid in the wet ground blind, and the cold would settle back in as we watched the flaring cranes move further and further out of range. Often, the cranes would have a challenging wind to overcome. Some flocks would land just 100 yards or so from the decoys as they could not overcome the wind. Waterfowl frustration at its best! Tel and Jared would adjust the crane and geese layout through the day trying to lore the cranes high overhead to stop and feed. They worked hard to present us with as many opportunities as they could. We would have opportunities to harvest cranes and geese throughout the day. Over the course of the two days, we would see thousands of cranes starting their pilgrimage south. Often, they would be accompanied by snow geese, special belly geese and tundra swans. The mixed flocks were an indication that many cranes had already migrated through the fly way. The migration of the swans and snow geese were the last to head south and meant snow would be coming soon. If Sandhill Crane hunting is on your bucket list, we recommend reaching out to Tel Brown at SEAK Outfitters and hunting the barley fields of Delta Junction, Alaska. Tel and Jared will make this adventure a reality. SEAK Outfitters is a waterfowl hunting and salmon fishing guide service based out of Juneau Alaska. They specialize in salmon fishing with a fly rod in shallow waters as well as sea ducks in October through December. You can find them on Facebook or Seakoutfitters907@gmail.com.