Well, I managed to talk my father into buying a hunting license and his stamps this year, so we went on our first duck trip of the year.
All was going pretty well, We were downing a few widgeon by laying out in the scull boat and my marsh rat. Here's a pic of my dad next to the grassed up sculler. (Yes that's actually a boat he's standing next to :grin: )
My father was shooting exceptionally well (considering he hasn't duck hunted in 20 years!) He downed another widgeon, so I started after it in the marshrat. As I paddled after the bird that was drifting with the tide, I turned to look back at my dad, and BLOOOOOOP!!!! Oh crap!

My shotgun now lay on the bottom of the marsh, under 6' of water. :depressed:
I took the kayak paddle and reached down under water and shoved it as far down in the mud as I could, to mark the position of my sunken gun. I yelled at my dad to paddle out and come get me. He paddled out and towed me in. Luckily the tide was going out, so the plan was to switch off with my dad's gun and attempt to retrive my gun at the bottom of the tide.
Switching off worked well for us, I could call and ID birds for my dad and he would shoot. And when I was shooting he could brush up a bit on his ID'ing.
We ended up with two limits. All widgeon except for a pin a piece and a lone greenwing.
It was a day we'll both remember for a long time.
Oh, yeah I got my shotgun back and used it on sunday. Gotta love the old clunker mossbergs.
Aaron
[ 10-28-2002, 09:29 AM: Message edited by: Jellyhead ]