Dad came in yesterday evening. So it was him, R. Johnson, Larry Clark, Tommy and me in the blind. We hunted Gar Hole number 2 and realized just how out of position that blind is. There were quite a few ducks in the hole and I think we managed to kill a few, but it was an ugly bag. A little bit of everything, only 1 greenhead I think. The ducks didn't work at all, and the luster of the new field is beginning to fade. This will, barring an unforeseen turn of events, be the last year of the "Ain't-no-tellin'". I'm gonna miss it. There have been some great hunts at this camp, and I've been on a few of them. But, the fat lady is warming up for the club. Time to move on for next year. All in all this morning was good company but really bad hunting, too bad Dad couldn't have had both.

Pretty good morning intermittent clouds and clear skies. Just Tommy and I, but we killed 5 ducks. 2 Mallards, 2 pintails, and a spoonbill. Spent a lot of time watching ducks, waterfowl activity was pretty fair all things considered. The wind and weather didn’t co-operate, but the ducks did halfway decent. I was calling at a pintail drake, and had him working when a hen mallard showed up from nowhere, we would’ve never known she was there if she hadn’t answered my call with “quack, quack, quack” as she flew into the decoys, she was no more than a foot off the water when Tommy shot her…. Dove hunting this afternoon.

Rain…if it rains much more I’m gonna have to get plans from Noah on how to build the Ark…. First weekend in Jan, and the nation is locked with warmer than average temps (no Ice to speak of in the upper Midwest, or snow, and in New York it was in the 60’s today. Wow, not so great for duck hunting. We’ve been having a pretty good year so far, in spite of the weather we are ahead of last year by a good bit. I’m sitting in the camp typing this to be posted when I get back and it is raining cats and dogs…so much for taking the camera to the blind…maybe I’ll get some good post hunt shots.

Dad’s coming in tomorrow and R. Johnson will likely join us at some point to hunt the weekend. I figured he might want to do that instead of hunting in a layout blind in the middle of a flooded bean field with the rain, our pits are pretty cushy all things considered.

Not sure what the future holds, this may be the last season for the “Ain’t no tellin’” I’d rather not call it quits just yet but its not my decision entirely. Either way, I’ll be hunting somewhere next year, I just hope there are ducks. Well, I’m off to bed it’s 11:27 and I just finished tying a few legs onto my call lanyard, so its time to crash. Later.