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.

At some point this morning Lee Roy decided the flyer decoys needed to be moved. As he walked through the earth bound clouds I decided it might make a decent picture and you see the results on the left.

As for the hunt:

"The Fog"...I think I remember a cheesy horror flick by that name...and I was thinking of the movie heading to Gar Hole Number 2 this morning. We drove there at approximately 20 MPH and had trouble finding the turnoff...we couldn't see it until it was about 20 feet away. To say the visibility was terrible would be a gross understatement.

Duck hunting in foggy conditions is never a whole lot of fun...and this morning was no different. You hear birds sometimes and never see them, and they are either coming in or they aren't...and when they show up the ducks are SPOOKY.

However, in spite of that we had a pretty good hunt between Lee Roy, Tommy and myself, we managed to kill 16 along with a few geese. For the most part conditions just hammered us, but there were so many waterfowl in the area that we did okay in spite of them.