Had another surprisingly productive morning on the Mud Hole, guess it knows we're leaving so it's being good to us one last time.
Killed our 6 legal wood ducks (all drakes) in pretty short order and stuck around to see if we couldn't pick up some of the teal we didn't get yesterday. We never saw the first one but they were replaced by the mallards that are normally on that slough for the opener which had been oddly absent yesterday. We managed five of those through the course of the morning to put us a little closer to a limit.
We'd thrown out 6 goose floaters just in case, though we really didn't think any of the big birds would decoy into the narrow neck we were hunting. This was proven right away when a nice bunch of 15 worked us hard but then sat down out on the open water. Later a single surprised us by showing strong interest, I did some hard calling and talked him into making a mistake. Told Jim to take the shot, as he'd only killed one goose the day before. Up comes his Citori and down goes the goose with a beautiful one shot kill. A whoop and hollar when he waded out to pick it up let me know it was banded! I told him he should give it to me as I'd called the bird in but he seemed to want to hang on to it oddly enough. Managed pull the same trick with another single goose about an hour later but no jewelry on that one I'm sad to say.
We gave it up at 10am when it hit about 80 degrees and the birds really stopped flying. As good a 2nd day as I've ever had on the place, makes me more sorry we're losing it.
Destry
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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