Last night I had a dream about Duck hunting.... It has been a LONG time since I dreamed about anything vividly and clearly as this, and remembered it the next morning. There were Greenheads, Greenwing Teal and Pintails decoying in huge bunches, and I was busting my thumb trying to reload quickly. They were falling like rain for the first 15 minutes of the hunt, then when I was 1 bird shy of my limit of ducks a greenhead flew over way up in the sky. But his flight was cancelled with one quick shot. Then it was time for the geese, who flew in low and were headed for our blind like they were on a string.... They quickly met a similar fate and the hunt was over. As we were unloading and packing up I looked down at my watch and realized we hadn't been out there 45 minutes and we were done.

The dream was reminiscent of the last great season I remember, 1999-2000 right after the ice storm. Where I felt like I was a the bottom of a duck tornado, and couldn't reload fast enough....
Since then there has been a lot of debate on why the birds don't seem to be around like that anymore. And while I have given it more thought than I should, I really think it's a combination of several factors, which we as hunters can't control. But, there will be hunts like that again, or at least I believe there will. And I intend to d0 my best to be sitting in a blind when they happen.

Until then...one can only dream.