Day 13

Day thirteen. It all started with good intentions.
I picked up Fred at the usual time of 4:44 but something was wrong. The time pased and I realized that I was the only one still in the truck at 4:54. Fred had decided to sleep upstairs as to not wake up his significant other with his early morning alarm (and sleep apnia) but seemed to miss out on the actual waking up part of the plan. Instead it was I who woke her up with my banging at the door, sorry Kathy.

Finally we were off to meet Rick at the parking lot and head off to 'Poker chip' on Sauvies for some good ole fashion folding action. Just about to the onramp Fred congratulated himself for not forgetting his gun but we soon realized that he had, in fact, forgotten Ricks gun in the ealy morning haze he was still in. After a slight detour (in which I hit almost all the green lights) we finally met Rick and were off to the 'wait in line' area of Sauvies due to the fact that it starts 30 minutes later than 'Poker chip'. We scored Mudhen unit #7

After our arrival at Mudhen 7 we were greeted by almost a whole puddle in which to set up our blocks and get ready for fly time. That's when IT HAPPENED. The photo shows the culmination of bad luck to rain on Fred G that day. First the jacket fell in the mud. Then the capper, the ole' wikki in the mud trick. So far it's not looking good and the sun still hasn't come up yet.

That seemed to set the tone for the day as we waited patiently for the ducks to come swarming in to our massive 30 square foot death zone. Sure we took a couple shots but nothing wanted to die that day. Not even an out of season pintail was willing to take one for the team. The sandwiches were good and the peanut butter cups were nice but that was the extent of our luck. By the end Rick got a nice nap and we were home in time to catch Oprahs show on men who hunt and the ducks that hate them.

Don't fear, day 14 is going to be great.
GBCH