Tuesday, I ended up having to take my buddy to the airport in Dallas to head home, which is a 6.5 hour drive one way. I sent the guys to a spot a guide buddy of mine swore would be holding puddlers. Nope. Guess that's why they call it hunting and not shooting! The guys shot this nice gwt, a couple reds and a smilin mallard
That evening, they went out for the normal redhead Beatdown since it was close to the condo.
The next morning we tried another spot where a river flows into the salt. Usually puddlers will skirt these kinda spots, going from fresh to salt water. I wasn't able to make it out through the 1.7 miles of big water in the canoe since we had a 15mph cross wind and the waves were starting to cap, but me and my bud had a great redhead shoot closer to the access, with these four falling within about 15 minutes. The other group also shot their limit of reds, but again no puddlers.
In my opinion, the highlight of the trip happened across the bay. The guys got their limit of reds (puddlers were once again absent) but Jim ended up slicking this little fella. Also, notice the bb in the eye, a double trophy!
After that, me and a buddy went scouting with a friend of mine on an airboat, in the area we shot the pins on Saturday. Saw several thousand birds in the main bay and figured we'd set up there the next morning.
Since there was no cover higher than my ankles, we decided to make layout blinds out of the few surrounding tumbleweeds. Worked out great and the birds were clueless when they dumped into our spread.
Myself and two buds ended with 14. One guy had to leave at 0930 or we woulda filled up
You can see how little cover we had to work with at this spot.
and the other group only ended up with 7. The plumed drake bwt was a definite trophy for a Minnesota guy though, shot by the same guy that shot the banded red