Idaho: Day 12+5

Yes, I know that the moon is nearly full. And yes, I know that the weather has not been cooperating. But for Heston's sake I haven't been slaying and neither has Willy or has Peat been able to retrieve, so out to Anderson we went.

About 17 degrees in the morning and the moon has allowed us to see shadows but at least it's cold and foggy. We set up in a nice open slice of water in what has traditionally been a good spot for late season hunting. Anderson Point. Minimal decoys and the addition of the rotisserie duck spell potential. The blind was frosted over with beautiful white glaze and the fog was low and close. I hoped for the best. Not soon after we set in and Peat was resting at Willy's feet did the AM fly start working. Ducks were flying around and some even looked to be fat Greenies or Pinnys. Maybe this morning would be a good one.

A set from the left passed by with nary a shot. Then another. Soon a pair of Greenies landed out beyond the confidence decoys and swam towards us. Willy saw them first and wondered if they were in range. "Not yet, wait for them to swim in past the first swimming blocks them jump them" I say. of course they take their time and while we wait while a couple of Buffles land in the slew behind us. Peat is watching them like a hawk but not giving anything away and the Greenies work towards us slowly. I tell Willy about the finer points of jump shooting and soon enough it's time. He jumps. They sit. I yell "booogolie booogolie boo" and they jump away. Willy shoots. Both his eardrums pop and he thinks that he has ruined his hearing for life and does not take a second shot. Not to worry, they were leaving anyway and his ears just had to adjust. I tell him to shoot again to be sure that he is not deaf to the world and things settle into place. All is well.

Not much happens after that and soon we call it for the day. I'm dissapointed once again at the high pressure system that has dominated the last 2 weeks here in Idaho but know that soon enough the massive cold front will move down from Canada and bring with it the bounty we so rightly deserve.
Patience is a virtue Heston would say. Tomorrow is another day.
By the way, I don't 'chew' but I found a product called Jerky chew. Don't ever buy it. According to Paige it's the remnants of the jerky that falls on the floor while they make the real Jerky, just like a Newport Menthol 120. Salt and MSG or maybe salt and jerky fat or maybe salt and meat assholes. I'm not sure that it isn't salt and rhino penis.
GBCH