Day Eleven Oregon

Day Eleven was a Sunday out at the Old Spot not on the Point like we have been doing much of our hunting, but on a small island off the shore of Gary Island.  We chose this spot because honestly it was the best spot of course, but also due to the lack of water, the Point offered no water and no cover close to the water there was.  We waded across to this small Island in waist high water and found a great spot. We threw our blocks out and with the exiting water my blocks danced lifelike.  After building a million dollar blind (a little more expensive due to the real-estate, we were on a island for Heston sake over looking the Columbia) we toast to our comrades not with us and wait to killing time.  But us being who we are, the Best, we got there super early with our knowledge of low water and such, other hunters decided to sleep in.  3 D Bags set up about 150 yards behind us so if they did shoot it would have rained on us and another D Bag set up 150 yards away to our right on Gary Island, and he had a dog, and that dogs name was...wait...wait... Deli!  So we thought it might have been E7 who showed up in the boat but no E7 was home in a warm bed with visions of sugar plums dancing in his head, or visions of the Browns loosing another game.  Well having the best spot only means one thing, you have the best spot.  Unless there are any ducks flying all you have is...the best spot.  Quite very quiet, it was not cold, windy or any type of duck hunting weather.  Sparse numbers of mallards here or there very high, and a few set of Pintails.  I was able to scare the shit out of a Greenie with three, three inches of loud noise that would have put me up by four but this Greenie was not cooperative.   Lunch of muffalatta brought out two sets of ducks of course but we were too busy eating sandwiches the size of our heads.  We call it after the wikki runs dry pack the bags and wade back home.  The stick in the picture I placed there to mark the water level when we arrived, just in case the water was coming up we didn't want to get stuck on this island, but as you see it continued to go out.  Rain in the forecast, 

over  a week away.  Curse you Hilton Kaderli.