Date: 11/9/14
Time: Morning
Location: mudhole
Cloud Cover: clear
Wind Direction and Velocity: NNE light to moderate
Temperature: cool
Barometer: 30.06 rising
Moon phase: nearly full
Special Notes: youth day
Waterfowl Activity: plenty of teal plus some woodies, as well as grays and more mallards than I recall this early in recent years
Waterfowl Responsiveness: Getting birds within shotgun range was easy enough, but we stayed too caught to get as many to land as we needed.
Hunters: theoretically 2, Shreve (conceived in Shreveport) and Fin, but it turned out Fin was afraid of his .410 and not going to shoot regardless.
Guns:Malfunctions:Dog(s): Peake didn't get much work but was good about it.
Special Equipment: spinner and MMM probably helped keep eyes off the blind
Kudos: Mighty pleasant morning despite the bobbles. First big bunch to land looked like a bufflehead until right on us but could see hooded merganser crests on some when they got right on us and lit. Given how the air war was (or wasn't) going I called the shot on the water despite a backdrop of coot decoys, and Shreve "shot one with a Mohawk". But the dog returned with was, in fact, the first buffy ever shot at the mudhole. (Which a hoody would have been, too.) Shreve's dad told me he burned through over two boxes of shells, so we had some opportunity.
Curses: A gun was left at camp, so we weren't even clear of the boat house until after shooting time, Being the only one shooting, poor Shreve was on the spot, and though he took tail feathers out of his first two fliers, got worse, instead of better, as the morning went on, even missing water swats. And little brother Fin, who we'd screwed up some water ops trying to coach into shooting, had been scared by his gun the afternoon before and just flat wasn't going to pull its trigger.
Birds By Species: 1 bufflehead, 1 coot and 1 greenwing
Photo Ops: Our gang: grandpa Terry, Fin, dad Billy and Shreve:

Fin with our trophy buffy:
