I Can Only Hope We've Bottomed Out

Well, today was a low point for the season. Reece, Fred, J-Hawk & I returned to the Memphis Blind. Were it not for Cannon's exceptionally long retrieve on a crippled snow goose and the continual chattering of our teeth, the day would have been utterly void of anything resembling excitement. Bluebird skies, NW winds @ 20 and temps hovering right around 30 degrees. No ducks. 2 Snows. Dear Lord, it was cold.

2 White Geese.