Day Thirteen

The way I see it 13 is a lucky number. Today was a great day, started off with a spectacular morning, brisk and calm. After building the best blind ever at the New Old New Spot we settle in for day 13. As we were sitting there waiting for cilling time we hear a voice from down the slough. "Anybody down there?" Bob answers back "Yeah just the greatest hunting team ever." A man and his dog build a blind down the way and across from us. During the down time we watch the dog stand watch, never moving just doing what he was born for, fetching ducks. Some time passes and a few ducks fly by here and there. All of the sudden out of nowhere a hen and drake gadwell fly into our spread, Bob and I fold them, they came in quick. Unfortunately we only wing them and they swim to the other side of the river. Panic ensues, we are in a tizzy, Bob threatens to go over his waders and risk wet feet to retrieve his duck, but it's hopeless. Suddenly Grampa Clyde appears before us and lays some wisdom on us "you go walk around this river to the other side and look for those ducks, all day if you have to!" We hustle across to the other side, and while we were trekking a man named Dave and his dog named Gunner started out before us to help us retrieve our ducks. Gunner only 1 and 1/2 years old was "more than happy to help us out" said Dave. It's what he loves to do. We get back to the blind and do a little celebrating. Bob folds his first duck of the year, awesome! Bobs hungry now, I break out an unprecedented beef stew with buttered french bread. Oh yea cooked fresh there in the blind over a camp stove, pretty good. Well that induces sleep into Bob, I take a walk and scare up a few more ducks but nothing serious. I get back to the blind and we pack up to walk back, our bags heavier than when we walked in and smiles on our face. Sauvies Island wheres that?

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Fred G.

PS To the three guys who walked trough our blind today just doing a "scouting" mission. STAY OUT!