That reminds me of my very first duck hunt, with my grandfather, about 37 years ago. There was (is) a 2,000 acre swamp behind the house. My grandfather was a farmer, and saw hunting as something to put food on the table or to kill things which were taking food off the table. Wasn't really a hobby, so there wasn't a tremendous amount of concern for game laws

We jumped what seemed like 100 woodies (but was probably more like 10), and I shot one. He shot a couple, and we went back to the house to clean them. It was a blast. Unfortunately, with the increase in farm fields and better drainage systems, the swamp is small to non-existent now, unless it's an incredibly wet year, and the woodrows have moved on to wetter pastures. I'll still get a small flock from time to time circling around sunset while I'm in a treestand, but going out to hunt them would be silly, because they're just not "reliable". Good times and good memories back in that swamp, though.