Day Nineteen

Oh Death were art thou? Day nineteen started off like every other day we had visions of slaying, we were greeted with visions of water. As you could see the water is up, 7.3 feet to be exact, it's that time of year. Being the best we adapted. We built a beautiful stand up blind and put out an awesome spread of deeks. Where I'm standing is a small island that is flooded with about two feet of water, so we found a spot on the tip of the island and built a great blind. With a stiff wind behind us the spread of blocks that Bob threw out was amazing, notice the blocks on both sides of the blind forcing the ducks to land in the middle. We stood the WHOLE TIME, THE WHOLE TIME! (that one is for you Ned) We had one set of mallards fly by on my side, Bob said I should have taken them down, but being unselfish as I am I was hoping that they were going to come around and fly into our spread so we could both fold. Wonderful sammys and conversation ensued. About an hour later another "hunter" decided to set up behind us, (not seeing us because of our expert stealthiness) I know what you're saying what kind of "hunter" shows up at 10:30? I don't know. After listening to his awful constant calling and the threat of him shooting over our head we decided to pack it up. The beauty of the day was not lost on us, it was an almost perfect day; sunrise, perfect placement of blocks, blind, sammys and coversation, the only thing missing was death.