My last hunt was a skunk session during the dove split. Busy with work since then. So today when the wife said "wow you look depressed you should go hunting" I did not hesitate.
30 minutes later, about 1pm i was the only guy on public looking to jump shoot the river for a close out...not seeing any ducks so i settled for coots. About 3.5 miles and nine coots later i bagged some teal, two loners. Another two miles later and it was Mallards'r'us! All told one gwt drake, one bwt hen, two greenheads, a hen mallard and a hen mexican duck. Plus 11 coots total, not that coots count for jack, except weight on the strap for a LONG walk back to the truck. Had i started further up it would have been a shorter day, but i got got to cover some miles and pull a lot of trigger with a good ending!