Started out by myself this afternoon, and the first pair of birds that came through the spread were in decent range, and the lead duck was a banded drake, which I reduced to possession in short order. However, when I popped the drake and moved off to the hen, I somehow missed the bird. Dunno how that happened, but it made me a little sad. Nonetheless, I made up for it on the next flock of about 2 dozen birds. Three shots, three dead ducks, and I was officially limited. I called a couple of buddies who asked that they remain nameless, and they came down to get a little action. One of the two guys popped the first 4 birds he shot at, and the second only got two before he had to return for business. Either way, we came out with 10 mallards and did it in less than two hours. Not a bad day. I'm sayin that thawing ice is a good place to be . . . hungry ducks are stupid ducks, and stupid ducks are my favorite kind. In at noon and out by two. Good day!
10 Mallards
