Day Six

With a new member in tow we head out to the Old New Spot. It's a balmy 65 degrees at 5 am and the rain is coming down in sheets. As always this morning was filled with anticipation because of a couple of things; how much are we going to fold today, and that we were about to embark on new territory, teaching a friend the art of hunting the Hoy 7 Hunting Team way. We also have a new ear to tell lore to, of past killing sprees and of high school past, I don't know who is more lucky him or us. We hike out, set up and cause now that I have my asthma under control the whiskey bottles crack open. Rick looks at us with disbelief, and Bob sees the dibelief in his eyes and asks the question "do you know what Jenny X is doing right now?" and with that Rick takes a swig. Remember the new territory I spoke of earlier, well it's in full swing now, we are on our way as a team. It's a quiet and wet morning, very wet. Action is none until out of nowhere two ducks come screaming into our deeks (spieces unkown, more on that in a minute) and quick draw Bob folded before I could even get another swig off the old bottle. Well here in the picture tells the whole story. Bob with a stick, duck out in front of him, comes back with only stick in hand, almost first duck of year. Sorry Grampa Clyde. Day ended uneventful, no more shots but a lot more rain. Welcome new team member Rick, good luck .

Fred G Out!