To keep ridicule from suicidal scaup, I'll write up a story too, lol.
Yesterday I got up at 3AM to go hunting, then was at a buddies place working on my snowmobiles way too late. After all the running around was done, I go home and get a wopping 2.5 hours of sleep. When the alarm went off, I gave serious thought to passing on this hunt. I finally kicked my butt out of bed, and got out the door for the 2 hour drive aided by an energy drink. Got up to meet ProJosh just a couple minutes late (maybe 10?) but he didn't say anything. He had everything ready to go. I threw on the heavy clothes, stuffed toe warmers in the socks and hand warmers in the pockets and we set out. The wind was "from the NW" as the weatherman would say, which means it blew every which way except for from the SE. I helped pitch decoys, but he was running the boat so the pattern was all him. Even with swirling winds, it worked. The changing wind (which didn't finally pick one direction to come from till about 10) kept turning the layout this way and that, but being anchored it kept facing down wind and the birds had a line to run up. The BB I shot was probably 15yds out and feet out, and the redhead was less than that and just about to water ski. The Buffies, well, those things always do their own thing which is always the "wrong" thing so they set down in the decoys behind me so I had to flip over and jump to my knees to shoot. Having to keep low, and watch every direction was a little difficult for me. I don't think I saw a single flock on their first pass but thankfully most made multiple passes to give me chances. Unfortunately the cans and ringers only were close on their first pass, which of course caught me completely off guard. I probably should have had my limit, by didn't shoot when I should have on a flock of nice golden eyes, or the cans, or the ringers, or another flock of Buffies, the flock of blue bills, the quartet of mallards, the flock of Canadas... you see where this is going. I'm also not very good at knowing when to high tail the tender over either it appears. While Josh was taking his turn shooting, he dropped a blue bill that got to the edge of the weeds before I got over to it and it kept diving till it didn't come back up.
I learned a lot today, and had an absolute blast. Being in the decoys like that, and literally being buzzed by the birds is a rush. If you are a waterfowler, you have to try open water hunting. Remember though that you are laying flat, so make sure to take your Dramamine if you don't like waves being above your head, lol.
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Sometimes I think...
'Do I really want a beer?'
Then I remember there's a supervolcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue, and when it erupts, it could potentially cover most of North America... and I'm like,
F YEAH I WANT A BEER!