I had the perfect morning, low fog on the river with 200' visibility, trees looming fuzzy and disappearing beyond the closest, glassed off slough with enough current to keep the dekes moving a little, great blind in the tall grass just downstream of the set up, Tula my Lab scanning the skies and shivering in anticipation, sometimes looking at me for understanding, salmon rolling....absolutely silent. No wings overhead, no splashdowns before shooting time...nothing. A perfect morning except not a bird came by. At least the bear trail I walked in on was also unoccupied! I stayed until the fog lifted.
Was I bummed? Not a bit! Early season in my area is often a bust, but I go every chance I get anyway, and set up with the same anticipation that my Lab has. Sometimes everything clicks and I slog out in late morning with a nice limit of fat birds. Nobody else hunts around here, no shots in the distance to make me envious, no lights flashing in the dark ahead of me as I break a sweat hunking my load out to the blind. Someday it won't be this way and I know it, so I savor every morning. love duck hunting!
So, how was your opener?