Last hunt of the before the split. Just Tommy and I hunting. We hunted the skid blind, and things started well. It was a clear morning, much different than the fog which surrounded us the day before. Things started off well with the ducks, but not with Tommy's gun, it became a single shooter. Regardless we managed a healthy bag of ducks within 90 minutes. But at the 90 minute mark a group of 4 mallards came in and began working the decoys, on there last pass they flew over the skid blind and as they circled the field completely disappeared into the fog a mere 40 yards away. It was definitely surreal. However, they came around and we managed to drop three over the blind. This would prove the last group we would see. The last single, a lone greenhead, worked the decoys about 10 minutes later while Tommy was handling Phoebe on a rather long blind retrieve. The last single came in and wanted to work, as I called he stayed around and then all of the sudden I lost him. I couldn't find him anywhere. About the time I figured he'd flown off, I stood up...and got busted. He'd been circling in the fog probably less than 10 yards above me and I couldn't see him. But, as soon as he decided to commit, my dumb ass had to pop my head out of the blind. Oh well, it was a good morning anyway. I hightailed it back to Jackson and made it back in time for my daughters dentist appointment, yeah it was a good day.