I meant I found this place. The duck hunting season ended without any great fanfare. Two groups of ducks flew right at me and ended up shooting five rounds and didn't hit a thing. To make matters worse, some clowns were up river shooting a large caliber pistol all morning long. Decided to quit when I was calling a small group of flying ducks and a pair flew right in front of me from out of nowhere, I wasn't ready to say the least, the pair went around the bend and then I saw them join the other ones and all leave. Picked up my dekes and went home. But, I had to put the Bronco in 4X4 to get out of the bosque, cool.
Living large in the southwest.