Date: 11/28 Thur
Time: morning
Location: #3
Cloud Cover: cloudy
Wind Direction and Velocity: NE when the front rolled in.
Temperature: chilly but not cold
Moon phase: waxing crescent wry smile
Special Notes: Thanksgiving and grateful for the past two unexpected morning's off and the chance to get Dave, Blake and Franklin out there with me.
Waterfowl Activity: Squealers were thick at LST, but not long enough after. Roughly a bazillion and twelve ringnecks blew past us right, left and sideways throughout the morning, along with a few big bunches of green-wings. Not nearly as many big ducks as hoped, but did toll the biggest mallard bunch seen to date - maybe a dozen mostly drakes. And a sweet group of mostly drake pintails.
Waterfowl Responsiveness: Wind direction had big ducks trying to finish looking lengthwise down the blind, and most caught us and bugged out without shots fired.
Hunters: 1, Franklin, one of the last of our area's real marsh men at 87
Guns: Malfunctions:Dog(s): Our only green-wing was a long tipped fly-off Call eventually tracked down and caught, only to let it get away from him at pond's edge, where it eventually made good its escape.
Special Equipment: SOS
Curses: Seemed to me that Franklin was having significantly more trouble getting underway and then hitting than just a couple months ago on September teal, and there was seldom time for me to back him.
Kudos: Still a neat morning.
Birds By Species: 2 black-bellies, 1 mallard, 1 ringneck and 1 shoveller
Photo Ops: Franklin in his element:
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Lagniappe: At our 10am curfew, I was thinking to myself of Franklin's struggles and wondering if he hasn't about aged out. But as he made it up out of the pit and onto the dog stand (without my help, thank you), Franklin said, "You know, as long as a man can make it in and out of a blind, he's not too old to hunt." So as long as he can manage that and I'm able, I reckon we'll keep at it.
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