The whole place has went nuts due to social media.
The hunters there have an intense grapevine and it's online now.
They text or pm each other nightly asking, "where are the ducks?".
Have buddies down there that text me the night b4 they hunt, not to ask me to hunt with them, but to ask where the ducks are, what time I shot them, and how many I got. They have no interest in hunting with me but want the info.
It's gotten to where I either won;'t reply or will lie. (I hate liars)
It's young men who want to kill some ducks real quick, run home and bone their gf's. I remember wishing that but gee whiz...get out and have a good time...not just slay some easy ducks and go play at something else. Sigh...I guess I''m just different. (touched by the sun or something)
The ducks fly from WMA to WMA trying to find safety and they get it for a day then someone "finds" them, gets online, and blabs. Next day the circus is in town, the ducks leave...repeat. It's sad and makes me angry. (what doesn't?)
These days there is so much lazy and just plain evil in the world.
They are working hard on trying to make up some rules (legislation) to exclude or limit oozers. One proposal is to sell us a license that's only good for a certain number of days (not the whole season) and make us declare which days. Another proposal is to limit us to week days. Third proposal is to make the license so expensive that we simply won't buy them.
I suppose there is some private ground where it's different but I only do public now. Bayou Bottoms shunned me.
I've heard that it's incredibly stupid to fuck around with a crazy man's head.