If we'd have taken a swim that day it might have been our last one. Wind kicked up (very unexpectedly) as we were crossing Lake St. Clair. We were closer to our destination than we were from the dock so we kept going. Just as we started to get close we took a big roller over the front of the boat and about half filled it up. Thankfully we'd just broken from 6 feet of water to about 2 feet and were able to get it on into the shallows to bail it out.
I saw something that day I'd not seen happen before. I shot at a crippled canvasback that was sitting right in the decoys. The wind literally blew my shot pattern about two feet to the right of the duck. I had to literally lead the stationary bird a couple feet to the left so I could hit it.
Richard and I were shooting Kent TM and were still managing to kill ducks pretty well despite the wind. Nathan was shooting steel and I don't think killed one till the breeze finally calmed a bit a couple hours into the morning. The wind was completely blowing his lighter steel shot pattern away.
If I've told this story before please pardon me, It's a good one and I think of that morning often.
DLH
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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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