There's not much to write about this
year, but I may as well all the same.
This time around, the group I was with
was pretty much the same as last time I remember writing about the
first day of duck season. The only difference was that my brother
couldn't make it. Otherwise, it was my dad and I and one of his
neighbors and his dad.
Considering the number of ducks we saw
around before the start of the season, it was a rather poor season
opener. Between the four of us, we only got eight blue-winged teal
and two Canada geese.
Of course, part of the reason for that
is that it would have been a pretty nice day for doing just about
anything else. It was clear skies and sunny out. The only thing we
had in our favor was the wind.
Another thing that didn't really help
was that there were people just on the other side of the road from
the place we were hunting. Once something got up where we were and
went that direction, it was pretty much gone for good.
In the end, though, it's for the best
that we only got what we did. None of us are especially good at
getting around in mud any more, and that's the kind of place we were
hunting in: lots of mud where the ducks were.
So, my dad and I took the ducks, the
neighbor guy took the geese. I'm not entirely sure what will happen
with the geese, but at least we're pretty much set for Thanksgiving
dinner now.
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