New Years morning, we awoke to a nasty drizzle with mid 40 degree temps. The rain was predicted to quit midday, and my stepson and I had been wanting to scout out a pothole we'd killed Mallards in last year, so we suited up and headed out. Launched and made it to our blue hole, but found no birds present. Scouted one other spot nearby with same results, so we pulled the boat out, re-gassed, grabbed a biscuit from Hardee's, and headed South to the causeway. Stopped off at a bamboo patch on the way, and cut enough cover for a blind. By this time, the rain had pretty much quit, and the North wind was blowing 15-20 mph. We spent the first hour or so scouting, and found some Gadwalls sitting on a grass flat with no hunters or blinds nearby, jumped the birds and set up post haste. Had birds flying by as we were putting out decoys, and that only served to speed us up! Finally set up by 11:00 a.m., and the birds kept trickling in. By 2:00 p.m., we had 12 Gadwalls on the water. Unloaded our guns and started getting ready to pick up, but couldn't help but watch as they kept coming off of the bay, group after group, working to our spread like they were long lost buddies!
My stepson with the money shot:

"It ain't what you don't know that gets you in trouble. It's what you know for sure, that just ain't so"
Mark Twain