Date: 9/22 Wed
Time: morning
Location: mudhole
Cloud Cover: clear
Wind Direction and Velocity: Strong enough from the north.
Temperature: Cool enough in the breeze that I donned my rain slicker as a windbreak and kept it on all hunt.
Moon phase: still big
Special Notes: Stole a day off to insure I'd get in at least one hunt with my favorite old marsh man before one of us aged out.
Waterfowl Activity: Had swarms of birds between LST and when they could be seen well enough for our purposes, then it slowed considerably - which was fine by us.
Waterfowl Responsiveness: Aside from a very few singles and pairs plainly saying "Oops!" and swinging wide of known danger, our birds couldn't have come any sweeter.
Hunters: 1, My Sweet Chereaux's ex's 84yr-old uncle Franklin, who let him go and kept her in the divorce. Neatest marsh man I've known.
Guns:Malfunctions:Dog(s): Marsh was flat showing off for Franklin, who'd only known him as a house dog.
Special Equipment: SOS
Curses: Couldn't imagine having one.
Kudos: Just an absolutely blessed morning with great conversation, perfect weather and very dang near perfect shooting from a fellow who'd not touched a gun in three years and apologized pre-hunt for being a poor shot.
Birds By Species: 12 blue-winged teal (8 drakes and 4 hens)
Photo Ops: Can't help but love how deeply the octogenarians through my blind have taken it all in:
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To the point this morning that I had to remind this one to take a moment to look at the camera - after grabbing a shot I like better than the posed one:
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Lagniappe: Don't mind admitting that I sometimes find the athletes' "All glory to God." cliche, but I sure bought in this morning. With maybe just the tiniest smidgen of glory left over for what's seemed a lucky charm:
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