Face it, if you're one of the 4 people that actually take a look at this blog from time to time, you're more than aware of the fact that there ain't no water and there's precious few ducks in town at present. I, however, not to be thwarted by desert conditions, defied my mantra and cranked the pumps on Friday to ensure the the Home Field will provide the birds a place to stop in for a drink 13 days from now. That being said, I'll try to post pictures tomorrow that detail my reasons behind why it seems like such a good idea. Big Creek is stuffed with mallards and a couple of dozen have found their way to the pit blind. If they're still there in 2 weeks, I intend to invite a few of 'em to my place for dinner.
As per the norm, since Saturday was the first weekend in November, the crew descended upon Gibson Farms like Cattle Egrets on a fresh cow pie. We worked at a fevered pitch, which was an optimistic undertaking at best. Given the drought conditions we've put up with over the last 6 months, we'll be lucky to see water in any of the 4 blinds we've brushed by the 1st of the year.
