We saw about 150-200 birds working on Saturday. Unfortunately, we set up in a bad spot where the water was too deep, so we couldn't get our dekes out far enough. The public were we hunted was UNBELIEVABLY crowded. Even though we were the second group there, people were still hunting so close that one time shot rained down on our blind from them. It seemed that every time we started working a group of ducks, somebody around would shoot and they'd flare.
Sunday we got into a better spot in the middle of the marsh, and there was NOBODY in our particular marsh. Guess the rain scared 'em off. We got a couple of gadwall early, then a couple of widgeons. After the early flight, the remaining ducks coming in were VERY leary. Looked like a bunch of locals that had been hammered all weekend. After Saturday, there was no such thing as working them into the spread. They weren't going to come very close.
The hunters in the adjacent marsh were still there. Again, if we got a few birds close, they seemed to shoot every damn time.
Final weekend tally: 2 gadwall, 2 widgeon, 1 shovler, and 3 coots.
(I convinced my buddy that a fully dressed out mature coot taste like a delicacy. :laughing: After no more ducks on Sunday, we blasted a few. He's gonna cook it for his brother when he visits next week. Is that bad? Will I get bad duck karma for that? I just couldn't resist.)
My girlfriend's dad has a five acre duck marsh. I'm in love. (2008-2009)
My new girlfriend's dad is an outboard motor mechanic. I'm in love. (2010-12)
My new girlfriend's dad has a lakehouse. I'm in love. (2013-15)
F*** it...buying a dog. (2015-death)