Day Sixteen Oregon

Today I hope the Idaho Chapter had a better day than me.  Dropped Kathy and the family off at the airporto got home packed up Lisa and headed out to what I thought was going to be a prosperous morning of slaying ducks.  Weather man said big front moving in with high winds.  Excellent I thought.  After much reading on end of the season hunting one of the points was weather fronts, follow them it said because ducks are.  I had only one place in mind today, Old Spot.  I wanted a nostalgia hunt, a good ole days hunt.  Two D-Bags had the point with a dog named Max, which was fine by me cause like I said Old Spot for me.  Throw my blocks out, more on that later, hunker down in the brush, I think I'm looking good.  Sparse my friends sparse.  The only action was the two D-Bags taking 8-10 shots to kill two buffleheads, they took their shots at a set of pintails and a set of mallards but their guns didn't hold enough shells.  Those two buffleheads were out there, Max I must say did a great job swimming 100 yards plus to retrieve their downed birds, poor guy must be whipped.   With the wind slamming my massive blocks I had to set and reset them often, was not special, only upside is that I saw no birds while resetting.  So I'm off to buy some bowling balls to tie them to to keep them put, also it's time for the 2012 license, don't forget.