This is the last week of the duck season in most of my zone, so even though it was drizzling this morning me and the scull boat headed down to the lake to see what might want to play. I poked around for awhile and finally found a suitable target...a hen wigeon standing on a rock on an island picking her feathers. I crept up to within 20 yards of her before she decided she'd had enough and started to head for parts unknown. I pulled the trigger once and ruined her day. I retrieved her and piddled around with mucking out the boat a bit, then got down so I could oar the scull around the corner and see what was on the other side of the island. When I could see I lifted the binoculars and spotted a nice wad of wigeon sleeping out about 250 yards. I started after them, going as slow as I possibly could, and worked my way to about 20 yards before they lifted their heads and started to swim off. I raised up and shouldered the gun, and they decided it was time to leave. I shot twice and it rained ducks. I figured it was best to make sure of how many birds were down before I shot again, so I looked out and counted 6 birds on the water...3 dead and 3 crips. I chased down the cripples and then went back to pick up the dead ones, when suddenly one of the "dead" birds came to life and started swimming away. I chased her down, unloaded the gun, drug the bow weights back into the cockpit to raise the bow, broke out the kayak paddle and headed for the ramp for a cup of hot coffee. Scorecard for the day was on the water at 0900, done by 1030, 3 shots for 7 birds. Not a bad morning of shell conservation.
