Posted By: JakeJJ
What a morning. - 12/26/13 11:57 AM
Growing up duck hunters had a certain camaraderie, I guess that's gone. I pull up to the parking area and someone has beaten me out here, no biggy, I did sleep in today. I jump out and he's getting his gear on. I say "good morning, beautiful day to kill ducks." He gives me this, I will kill your soul look. I shrug it off and begin putting on my waders, and he then basically double times down the path. I guess he didn't want me to take his spot. Even though he was there first and I would of let him have his spot no matter what.
And a hint to Mr. sunshine ducks land INTO the wind. Not with it. This poor bugger walked forever and a day, struggle through the mud, and try to build a blind, all to set up with the wind in his face. It's comicle and kinda sad at the same time. Now he's blowing away on his call an hour before legal light. Oh boy what a morning, and the kicker, I forgot my coffee in the truck.
And a hint to Mr. sunshine ducks land INTO the wind. Not with it. This poor bugger walked forever and a day, struggle through the mud, and try to build a blind, all to set up with the wind in his face. It's comicle and kinda sad at the same time. Now he's blowing away on his call an hour before legal light. Oh boy what a morning, and the kicker, I forgot my coffee in the truck.