This morning, JP, Ryan, and I went out in the marsh again to bring some din din home. We had two mallards come flying by us, circling in to land. So, we all raised our barrels and shot at em. We had one dead, but it was in the middle of the boat launch canal (too deep to wade to get it), and shot and injured another one....not sure where that one went.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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