We headed out for the morning's diver hunt knowing full well it would take longer to set the spread than to anchor 2 bills. We can't help it, it's what diver hunters do this time of the season.
It doesn't matter that the U.S. Department of the Inferior Fish and Wildlife says only 2 bills per gun. It still has to happen, regardless of the limits set by people from behind their desks, in places far away and detached from here and the birds themselves.
It isn't about the numbers. It's about everything.
The spread on a foggy morning.

It's about the dog in the blind, boat, spread or laying on an open river bank. Who knows, maybe he is disappointed in the numbers allowed. After all, he does live for the retrieve, doesn't he?

It's about the people, family ,friends and the time spend with them.
And Yes, it includes the hopes of a big fatty broadbill. This bill stood out, even in flight he was obviously the one intended to start my day and fill half my limit.

It's about the time exploring the slough because your bill bag is full. Taking time to look at and soak in things not always noticed on that fast and furious pace of the numbers game.
Taking in and noticing the inhabitants of this place. Maybe a blacktail spying from the brush. Looking out from her blackberry brush home on the edge of the slough.

Just think, if I hadn't been diver hunting, I would've missed all this, not just the birds.
Of course, if I had brought the camera instead of the cell, maybe I'd still be out there taking pictures of it all.