Wednesday evening the pressure was dropping and going to be just right for Thursday morning. Woke up with the flu coming on fast I could feel it but I wsn't down and out of it yet. Daylight found me shivering in the blind head hanging. Yep flu caught up with me hard core, I'm too stupid to go in though

First birds come in. safety off buddy says no Pintails this was to be repeated many times over the next few hours. We did pass on sponnies a few times looks like there are some new flocks of them around (Mossberg 3.5). Finally a huge flock of coots came into the decoys. Now the dogs are really confused we have been passing on shots all morning. In looking at the coots I see one with a greenhead swam right in with them. I stand and yell only to have my buddy shoot it out from under me. The only good part was two coots went down with it. I have to ask him how they tasted as he said he was going to try them. Fianlly enough was enough. The wind was howling rain coming from all directions. We picked up and headed in just to pass a bay totally full of puddle ducks I mean they had to have been over 500 of them. So we set up to hunt out the high tide there in that bay. Shooting was steady just not the hitting on my part. We wound up with nine birds for the morning and 2 coots. I think I may have gotten three of them. Of course I get home feeling half dead and my wife really lets me have it as she knew I was coming down with it before I left.
Bottom line was I would not have hunted had the barometric pressure been below 30 and falling. I should have had limits that day. Either that or I lost a lot of shells somewhere.
Dan
[ 12-06-2003, 11:07 PM: Message edited by: Capin' Dan ]