Hunted Quatantico Creek on Quantico MCB solo @ late January 2003. Got to the ramp early only to find a General launching a HUGE boat (or attempting to) with two of his Captains trying to lauch the barge, the General was in the boat barking orders. I had to assist in order to get my boat in so they could clear the ramp. Got out to the spot and 200 yds from it, started hitting ice, then it kept getting thicker and thicker until I got to the blind. Broke me a hole, tossed out a few decoys, already into legal shooting time, when I hear wings above me, 5 pintail drakes trying to land on my head, I whiffed three shots, not a feather. Got the boat hid and in the blind and nothing. Then about 0830, I look down the creek directly into the sun and here come some blue bills screaming through, missed again. By this time, all my decoys have icecicles hanging off their bills, it is @ 10 decrees with a good NW wind, so I take all the decoys up, toss them on the sand bar, get the boat and comence to cutting a hole in the ice. Finally get a huge section to break away close to the bank and push it out with the out going tide. I then knock off the ice on the dekes, and carefully place them back in the water so they do not freeze and hide. Here in a little bit, a drake mallard locks up and I take him @ 10 yds at 0930, I go pick him up and here is another that tries to land on my head, doing good, 2 birds in less than five minutes. I get back in the blind, nothing. Ice is starting to form on decoys again so I go out and knock it off when a black drake rolls in, one shot, he folds inside the decoys. I hide again, then here comes about a dozen blacks, I just let them sit in the pocket since I already have my one. I hear the whistling wings behind me and there are a pair of mallards locked up on me, I swing on the drake and pull the trigger, he crumples. Feeling pretty good right now, I go out to pick up the drake and as I am out in the water, I hear wings above me, 2 pintail drakes are trying to land on my head, I shoot 3 times, and watch as they fly away, knowing I had to hit the one I was shooting at. I watch as they fly, then the one just folds up, thinking it is going to be a long cripple chase, I get in the boat, have a good mark, but find him right away, one pellet hit him just below the rib cage, done with the VA limit for ducks since at the time it was only 5 per day, now the pintail graces my wall.