Date: 11/27
Time: morning
Location: Mudhole
Cloud Cover: cloudy to clearing
Wind Direction and Velocity: easterly moderate, nil and back to moderate
Temperature: chilly to cool
Moon phase: 3% waning
Special Notes:Waterfowl Activity: Little but local ducks to be seen high, low or sideways.
Waterfowl Responsiveness: Got lucky tripping up mallards that had plainly been here a while and seen the elephant.
Hunters: 1, my guys got stuck on the wrong side of a bad wreck, so I took a guy Doug had promised a hunt. See "Lagniappe".
Guns:Malfunctions:Dog(s): Marsh ate a long chipped-behind-the-blind ringneck's head and peeled its neck and took a peeling himself. But also did some mighty fancy search and tracking work on other birds we'd of had no chance of recovering. That, and people keep asking me what kind of mix breed he is.
Special Equipment: SOS but mainly off
Curses: Marsh woes.
Kudos: pretty morning
Birds By Species: 5 mallards, 3 ringnecks, 2 spoons and 1 speck
Photo Ops: One of three long, tipped mallards:

and a DOA speck:
Lagniappe: I'm not a religious person, but I am spiritual in a fashion and spend a fair bit of time thanking who or whatever God might be for my many blessings and asking help in becoming a more deserving son and servant and in brightening every path I cross. Had been negligent in that regard the past couple days and tried to catch up on my way to camp this morning.
So who was the first person seen as I did my traditional little soft shoe/jig through the door, but a fellow who sublets from Doug and been a genuine PIA, thorn in my side and worse. So much so that I finally flat told him I was through fooling with him and was soon telling him just what a dumb ass and how full of shit he was this morning, in just those words.
Then, when my scheduled hunters failed to show, I learned Doug was trying to appease the whiny bastage with a guided hunt and wished I'd do it. Which I "hell no"ed in front of he, God and all others assembled. Whereupon it finally occurred to me that I wasn't making that particular poorly lit path any brighter, pulled the bill of his hat down over his eyes, said, "Come on." and made a pleasant morning of it.
God's got a twisted sense of humor.