Dedicated to the philosophy of our Southern Heritage and Baptized in the traditions of the Mississippi Alluvial Delta Region . . . Well, that and watching ducks come apart at close ranges.
Finally, a day with light winds and sun when the birds actually sorta wanted to work. Taylor Baker, Flea-bag, J-hawk, Fred & Gipper on Chuck's beaner. Limits of eater's.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012, J-Hawk, Fred & I tried a p.m. shoot over semi-dry conditions on Amy's. It was tough. 35 mph north winds combined with mid-40's temps made for a bone-chiller. Lots of working birds, but had to have 'em inside 15 yards to get 'em in the wind. We left with 12.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear, and when I do, it's usually something exotic. I'm good look'n, quite personable, and exeptionally humble. They call me Gibby, and I'm a likable guy, but it ain't easy bein' me.