So I get up at 3am to go scout an area looking for the "perfect wood duck hole". I stop at a gas station on the ride to grab a bag of beef jerky, drink, and a pack of cigs. On the ride I reach over in the dark, grab the bag, rip it open and throw a chunk in my mouth....something wasn't right so I spit it out. Turn the light on and my jerky chunks are wet and covered in mold...and I had that shit in my mouth.
Get to the parking lot and hear a fox in the distance barking (or whatever that freaky sounding shit they do is called). The bastard decides to follow me on my two mile walk in the dark, barking the whole way. I'm not going to say I was intimidated, but I did pick up a hefty stick along the way to use as a...ummm...walking support.
I get to my spot early and decide to inspect my wood duck call...never really taken it apart to see its inner workings. Bad idea...pulled it apart and the reed and stopper fall into the creek.
Saw lots of ducks which probably cancelled out my 3 earlier issues. Hurray for me.
Get back to truck and someone has siphoned out a 1/4 tank of my diesel...those sob m'fers.
Now this storm is most likely going to push out all of my targeted ducks...back to square one....and I blew out my flip flop today.