Last night while I was studying I heard a startling crash outside. Turns out a violent north wind was slamming our gate open and closed. Roomie and I both looked at eachother and didn't even have to say a word...we read eachother's eyes..."its gonna be ducky weather in the morning."
It didn't take long for us to check accuweather and confirm our AM-before-class duck hunt.
Alarm sounds off. We drove 10 minutes to our private 1/3 acre tank. The weather didn't disappoint. Cold 20-30mph winds with 45 mph gusts had ducks dropping out of the sky and 15 yards in front of our blind. No, they weren't mallards. No, they weren't redheads or cans. But, hey, they weren't spoonies. All ringnecks and a pair of widgeon. We limited and were out of there by 7:05am. I might add, I was 5 for 7... you know, trying to be conservative on shells. Made it to class with plenty of time. I love college.