Buddy of mine that farms along a river, called me Saturday evening. He had found about 400 mallards using a spot on the river. Plans were made, gear loaded, and alarm clock set. Awoke Sunday morning to a ground blizzard. Had second thoughts, but since it was only a 3 mile drive, figured I wouldn't be the one to wuss out. Got to his barn,4 Wheelers were already warming up. We both kinda talked about how insane it would be to go out, then decided we wouldn't kill any birds jaw jacking in the barn. Off we went down a cow trail that led to the river. Set up my portable blind next to a pile of logs next to the river near where he had seen the ducks.
Fifteen minutes after LST our first arrival pitched in with no calling. (Partly becase we were blinded by the snow swirling around in an eddy) Well at least we wont be skunked as I waded out to retrieve our first greenhead. Shortly after that, things got crazy. MALLARDS started piling in...5 then a single, then a 100, 20 here, 40 more. Then after a few deep water retrieves, our waders, outer coats began to stiffen. Firing pins and actions slowed...curses were more plentiful than actual shots. It got comical, but we were finally able to get our limits.
Back at the barn, had to use pliers and a propane torch to thaw and unzip my coat. Did a VERY THOROUGH cleaning of my shotgun and put it back together WITHOUT any lube. I'll be looking/asking what synthetic lube works best in extreme temps. before my next artic adventure
All told...we landed/watched 1200-1500 mallards pitch in with nary a call used.
Lady walks into a bar with a duck, BARTENDER: "Hey, get that old coot out of here"
LADY: "That's not a coot, it's a duck!"
BARTENDER: "I was talking to the duck!"