Think there may be two different little bunches shown in that series shot from the east blind's road, know there were a bunch in there, but had the dogs and didn't dare try to photograph them on the water for fear of running them off.
For those who don't know, our first split ended yesterday and was a miserably bad one for Dave and his crew. So, naturally, the specks dropped in on their spot in droves this morning to say "Y'all come back." Or rub salt in their wounds.
And so the guys in the east blind who browse this board don't feel left out, the specks were beating up the six or eight decoys left out across the road from where they park. (My pup also caught a crippled greenwing in their pond - and found a well ripened hen gray duck. Poo-yee-yi.)
