Date: 1/16
Time: morning
Location: mudhole
Cloud Cover: clear, gloriously clear
Wind Direction and Velocity: dead calm
Temperature: brisk
Barometer: 30.29 rising slightly
Moon phase: 'bout half
Special Notes:Waterfowl Activity: few teal on our end and fewer big ducks than we've been seeing, high or low
Waterfowl Responsiveness: But the lack of wind let me break them from way the hey up, and the sun helped work them mighty pretty - until one of the umpteen blinds we could hear this still morning would shoot and bump them. (John said, "Rick's going to have us all blowing the cork out of the call." But that's what it takes more days than not at the mudhole. No one who's said "Contest hails have no place in the marsh." has hunted it with me.)
Hunters: 3, old clients and friends of the camp John and Dale, plus another guide on holiday with them, Gabe.
Guns:Malfunctions:Dog(s): The coyote lost a couple long tipped mallards that made it to open water, but otherwise had a fine day. Seemed to be enjoying himself for the first time in a while.
Special Equipment: sos
Kudos: Had a big time with old friends and killed a few while we were at it.
Curses: only that the flight wasn't stronger and that I wasn't faster at getting them down and in front of the guns before someone else somewhere else banged them out.
Birds By Species: 4 gw teal, 4 mallards, 1 pintail and 1 wigeon
Photo Ops: Early pintail:


late mallard:


Dale, Gabe and John:
