Saturday, December 17
Dad's sick...couldn't hunt. We're trying to gear up for a hunt with Cris and Christiane, but need to wait till the plague clears out first. Flip and I hunted on Edward's side. The ice was all gone, so we sat on the edge of the marsh instead of wading to the cattails. It really didn't matter. Used two black duck decoys and had two groups of mallards drop in ten minutes before legal. They left before shooting time and we didn't get another bunch all morning.
I could see plenty of ducks working the creek, so waded up and down looking for a promising spot. Flushed a hundred or so big ducks at the upper end of the property in a new beaver swamp....got to check footing carefully here...plenty of deep, wader dunkin' holes. Marked this spot on the other side so we can get there with the mule. We'll try it with Cris and Christiane once everybody's feeling better.
I gave Dad a jerk rig for Christmas, plus a remote for the Mojo. We'll see how they work when we go.
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