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Spent the next hour picking up decoys, and even pulled up the blind and hid the bundles on the bank for future. Most of the new duck commanders don't seem to want to go to the trouble to build a blind, and I'll be damn if I'm gonna make it easy for the lazy
On the way home, we cut another big bundle for our Sunday hunt. Decided to go early Sunday and was back in the same area before daylight. Picked up used cane and stuck along with our new bundle, and 20 minutes before lst, we were sitting in the catbird seat..........or so we thought! 4-5 other hunts in the area (pretty sure they heard us banging away in there Saturday), and at 8:30 a.m., we had not even seen a single duck.......grrrrr. Picked up decoys, pulled all of the cane, and went scouting again. Talk about a boat load I brag on my little 13' LaSarge all the time, and this was no exception......2 men (each at 230 lbs+), three big bundles of wet cane, 100+ decoys, and all of the associated hunting paraphernalia (guns, shells, etc...). She would barely plane out, but with the help of a 4-bladed prop, held true, and we went searching again. Settled on setting up on the first flat in Chocolatta (one of our bigger bays), re-stuck cane and decoys, and the waiting game ensued. Weather was the same as Saturday, with 15-20 mph East, SE winds, and we were seeing some birds, but they apparently know the game in this area, and had but one Gadwall pitch to stool. By 3:00 p.m., we called it quits. A long, unproductive day...........such is the life of a duck hunter in our delta. Bountiful hunt one day to almost nothing the next, but damn sure not because of effort. Home around 4:00 to find my honey with a bag full of thick steaks for the grill, and leftover oysters (from Christmas morning - Rockefeller, Bienville and Ponchetrain.....mmmmmmmmm).
