January 07, 2013 at 4:00pm
Saturday, the weather for duck hunting was perfect. North wind 15mph, cloudy skies, 50ish. It was so perfect that even with the previous dismal hunts, I had hope! I knew that a new batch of birds would blow in for a couple of days, at least until they realized they were starving. The sky started to brighten and low and behold a bird flew into the decoys, bang & we were ready for that great day. Three hours passed and other than a very few flyers at great distances, flying in a straight line, the sky were devoid of ducks. Even the marsh hawks abandoned the area. After throwing in the towel, I went to the other side of the pond to realize the bird I shot was a Coot. Add insult to injury. My buddy and I have come to the conclusion that the season is over for us. Best of luck, Elsewhere!