Well it was flat out pouring here. I was drenched Friday night loading up the truck. Got up at 0 dark thirty and headed out in a deluge. Met a nice officer, on the way to my spot, standing in front of a road-closed sign. He couldn’t believe I was thinking of going duck hunting. The roads were flooded out and they were removing some families from homes along the river. So, I bailed on the primary spot and went to my alternate, same story different place. I gave up on the river and took off for another spot I know, but I arrived too late and they were some folks set up and there just really was not any room.
I’ll tell you when I finally got home the dogs looked so disappointed. Friday night I had to keep chasing them out of the bed as I was loading up. All night, about every two, hours they would nose me to try and get me up. The alarm went off and they were bouncing off the walls. All they got was driving around for several hours in the rain and some consolation bumpers in the back yard.