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.