Decided to get out this morning and head to the Ocean In the hopes of getting some freh birds brought in by the recent snows.
Duckbrother John went with me and blackdog Alex to hit it.
We were glad when we rolled out of the fog and found a fair breeze down at the Launch.
We made our run in the dark and noticed that a couple of other guys had the same plan, but fortunately our spot was not taken.
The wind kicked up enough for us to get good deke motion, and once again John was lethal with the Red Label.
Alex was a Punk today and at one point crashed through the water, and up onto the shore about 60 yards away, Grabbed the bird and brought it back to a point just across a canal and then dropped it!
So he was testing us a bit, but all in all, 11 Big Mallards fell.
John was nearly killed by the first bird of the day... A big Drake bombing in with wings locked, getting closer and closer until he was nearly too close to shoot.
I fired a single shot and the bird fell and hit john in the lap!
John and I laughed about that for a while, He kept saying that he didn't know if he should block it with his gun stock, or try to catch it like a football.
Mike and Zachariah, We missed having you guys out there today... But glad that the maiden voyage in your new Boat was a good one.