Not Slower, Just Slow

Okay, it wasn't any better this morning.  There were, at least, a few ducks sitting in the field when we got there, though.  John, Blake, Gibby.  Chuck's.  It sucked.

3 Birds
1 mallard
1 speck
1 Canada.

Catching Up . . .

Saturday, November 24, Reece, John, Blake, Jake, and I went back to chuck's, as we really have no place better to go.  A cold front moved through, and whereas we had been "enjoying" morning temps in the 50's, we saw 10 m.p.h. North winds and a blustery 28 degrees this morning.  It was slow, but we managed to scratch out 2 mallards before Reece pulled out and another 4 thereafter.  The break is looking better all the time.

Chuck's
6 Mallards







On Friday, November 23, Reece, John and I set up a blind on the Jones field in search of the elusive speck.  No love, and skunk #1 for the season.

Thursday afternoon, Dave and I plopped down on the levee on jones and managed to pick up one speck.

Jones
1 Speck.