Alright, alright...it's a coot. But, not much else flying and my son's first chance at a bird. I hunted him really hard today. Cold, tromping through snow and swamp. Probably 3-4 miles. But, he kept right up and didn't complain. I worried that this was a tough way to get him into duck hunting; exhausting and not much other than a few mud hens. But on the drive home, as he was falling asleep, he said, "Dad, can we go hunting tomorrow?" Looks like I've got a hunting partner. Imagine what might happen once I get him a chance at REAL ducks???
- cold coot