Our dilemma now is how to get our dead duck. We could wait for a boat to come and maybe fetch it for us, but by that time it could be blown to the other side in the weeds. Being a hardcore waterfowl hunter, I stepped up to strip down and swim to get it. I was down to my skibbies and jumped in, swam about 15 yards out and was freakin freezing. I swam back in, dried off with a hoodie, and got re-dressed. The duck floated on.
A bit later, I realized we could walk the field on the other side of the weeds on the other side of the marsh and retrieve it. That's what we did. Why I didn't think of that before I took the polar bear plunge, I have no clue. Regardless, we got our duck. We tried to stalk up in a back pothole and get some wood ducks. We jumped 4-5 up and shot at em, but even the best shooter sometimes misses!
All in all, great day with great buddies!

2 comments:
You didn't really eat the duck did you? UGH!
Glad you had fun though! No regrets about leaving Jefferson huh? :)
Hi Mark! Just wanted you to know that I have stopped in a couple of times to get caught up on you. It's fun to read. You are a good writer. Hmm, writing hunting articles for magazines..? Hope we can have another get together soon...sue
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