Well my 3rd trip out the scull boat didn't quite pan out.
On my first attempt to scull some Cans, I noticed the metal liner for my oar hole came out. The old screws were rusted away to almost nothing. Without that liner it made controlling the boat difficult. But at this point I was committed. These Cans were in a cove, but I couldn't get within 75 yards before they spooked.
30 minutes prior I had spotted 6 mallards in a small secluded cove at the far end of the lagoon. So I changed course and headed that direction. After a 1/4 mi paddle and a 300 scull to the mouth, I found an empty cove. Damn birds snuck out unbeknownst to me.
Another attempt on two Cans in a cove was busted when they spooked at 60 yards.
I made several sculls on groups of buffies. Dumb birds would let me easily get with 15-20 yards on open water. One group let me get easily inside 10 yards. Needless to say I coulda easily shot a limit of them. But I was here for bigger game, hopefully a bull Can. No dice.
I went to the next lagoon which I've never hunted before. Traditionally it doesn't shoot well. But right now it's holding tons of divers. While glassing and contemplating whether i should attempt it, a young new warden stopped by. He had no interest in checking me. Just wanted to talk duck hunting. Nice guy.
The story with this lagoon is that half is state parks, half is national parks. It's about a 1000 yards long and 500 wide. The imaginary boundary line runs lengthwise right down the middle. We can hunt the east side (state) but not the west side (fed). Seriously?! How stupid is that? Leaves alot of interpretation for any ranger or warden if you're close to the imaginary boundary line. Anyhow all the birds were along the western shore. I coulda shot my bull from the freeway.
Decided to call it a day and let these birds rest peacefully.
I also noticed earlier in the day, that my sculling oar was gettin chewed up pretty good without the liner in. Guess I got a project now
We'll see what this weekend holds
"Jedge, y' know, suh, us all has ouh good an' ouh bad days wid de ducks. Yes, my lawdy, us sho' do. Dey's times whin de ducks flies all ovah ev'ything an' ev'ybody, an' still us kain't none o' us hit nuthin'- lak me an' you wuz' dis mawnin' "