Headed to one of my favorite timber holes sunday morning. After paddleing only 50 yards into the travel lane, it's iced over to thick to break with the yak. I panicked a tad, didn't want to make the mile walk to a quite consistent slough. Figured I'd hit a well known, but hardly ever hunted open area.
Shot 5, but the mallards really didn't want to cooperate, had 2 drop in the whole time. Lots of big groups, several that were interested.
But I would like to thank hevi-metal for my now probably cracked/chipped toothe.
Never hire a plumber to do a pipe layers job.