This past Saturday I must have been set up in a pond with a bunch of Audubon life members. Besides these guys setting up about 40 yards from me and my buddy, yelling at their dog, Zeus or Goddammit, or Dammit or whatever he was calling the pup, the most wonderful aspect of the hunt was watching them instruct the ducks on how NOT to come to our pond under 100 yards in the air.
Blowing their horns as if they were at a sporting event, talking and swearing loudly, and not respecting our lights were not a problem for them. They did their duty to protect the ducks the best they could. They made loud noises with the thunder guns, stated loudly "that was in my range", and then stole my goose I knocked down.
I am sure the Lifer is not on this forum. But if he or his buddy is, that Mallard you winged and did not look for, my Water Spaniel found it in the deep tullies about 40 yards from you and directly behind me. It was very much alive and was my dog pushed it out of the tullies and got it in the open water.
Can't wait to see how next week shoots at the Lodge. Spoony, you would have had a fit.