Went out Saturday morning. Fog was unbelievable. Drove the boat in circles for awhile before finally finding a landmark to navigate by. Got to the blind. Everything's good until... the boat hide had collapsed. After spending a few minutes cussing out the no good b%#tard who ripped it down I realized that it was the weight of the snow that was the culprit. 2 x 4's snapped off and the whole thing leaning into and under the water.
So we put out the dekes and tied the boat up to the blind, using it as a backdrop and hoping it was enough. It wasn't. Geese were flying everywhere, and lots of them came right at us, saw us and flared away, just barely out of range. My buddy had to leave early, so after dropping him off I headed back. I hunkered down with my butt on the bottom of the boat and leaned back on the gunnel. More geese, more flaring.
Now I have to go out this week and repair this blind again (the big flood earlier this year pretty much wiped it out and I had to rebuild it). I'm obviously addicted to duck/goose hunting. A reasonable man would probably douse it in gasoline, light a match, and take up bowling or something.
Ok. I feel better. Thanks for allowing me to take up some of your time.