The two worst days of the year are the opener and closer.
The closer is the worse of the two days because there are always these old chumps that walk around and shoot at anything that flies. It doesn't matter if they shoot from the levee down into the ponds where, you know, the actual hunters might be standing. When you yell at them, they scurry away like rats because their just smart enough to shoot at guys hunting the middle of the pond that might take a few minutes to reach the levee. Canny old creeps.
Each year I go to a refuge, get ticked off, yell a lot, wish death on those old suckers, then quit by noon, then drive to the closest sporting clay range and shoot a round of clays to clean out the duck gun. It's a good way to end the season.
This year might be very different. It's going to be hot so lazy old farts aren't going to go. Plus, there are no ducks. So there's no point in the levee shooters being around longer than 8 am.
With that in mind, I might actually stay at a refuge for the entire LST and then celebrate by closing up the season with either a 6 dollar burger or a Del Taco burrito for dinner.
If my reading of the tea leaves is incorrect? See you at the sporting clay range.
All this for a bowl of borscht.