Bad roads from our first winter storm wasn’t enough to keep me home, and the storm seems to have pushed a lot of ducks into our area because we saw flock after flock. And I would have just about limited if it wasn’t for my atrocious shooting.
Just after starting out, Mia went on point with her nose to the air. I eased around her which brought me onto the banks of the stream and eye-to-eye with a greenhead, and I missed my shot when he flushed. A large flock of ducks that I couldn’t see, flushed and I suppose the ducks were what Mia was pointing. They scattered and I missed my second shot.
We flushed several more flocks that didn’t afford me a shot, then came right on top of four ducks sitting on the bank. They flushed and I missed the next two shots, easy ones too. When my pattern hit the water I could see that for whatever reason, I was shooting under them.
We continued on and a flock of ducks passed overhead, this time I dropped one with each shot and Mia had a double retrieve to make. We hunted for a while longer and flushed a few more ducks but I wasn’t able to get a shot on any of them.
There were enough ducks flying to encourage me to set out several decoys. Even though I had on chest waders, the water was deep enough that I had to set them close to the bank; another step and I would have been in over my head.
We sat over the decoys for a while and other than two singles that passed high overhead, nothing was flying.