Four thirty in the morning. The temperature is 31 degrees, wind from the Northeast at 15 mph with gusts up to 25 mph, and wind chill at 15 degrees. It is humid and that makes it colder. Overcast one to two thousand feet, and it spits a little snow now and then. This is duck hunting along the Missouri River in Eastern Nebraska, and it can’t get any better than this. (To find out what happens read more)
It is still pitch black when everyone is settled into the blind, and the birds that were kicked up, when we walked in, are returning with more locking up and floating in against the wind. You can hardly see them, but there is plenty of racket above and around the blind.
|John taking a break|
|Junior has been earning his room and board|
What is always amazing, when they are decoying, they are really decoying, and you can be outside picking up birds and they still are trying to come in.