SCREWED!!!!!!!!

Its official: we're done. I woke up to two inches of rain in the gauge at my house today. Forecast is calling for an additional 3, and I suspect that's a conservative forecast. As anticipated, when I drove to the farm I saw a few dozen shovelers loafing on the Home Field, but they'll only be there until they muster the energy to get off their lazy butts and head to the floodlands and backwaters of the Cache and White River Basins, where the rest of the ducks in North America are anxiously awaiting their arrival.

As a status report, it should be noted that the levees in the Home Field are presently under water. Chuck's looks like a small lake. By noon, you'll not be able to traverse the waters that are already flooding the gravel road around the farm. I expect that we'll have to re-pump the blind to get the water out of the pit.

This would be a "Game-Changer" in the purest sense of the phrase. Time to switch to Plan B. Unfortunately, I haven't the foggiest notion what "Plan B" is. I suspect, however, that it involves a boat, which pisses me off. Raise your glasses, gentlemen: Here's to ALMOST having an awesome opener.