My two words, I'M DONE. Today was the last hunt of the duck season for me.
Out of bed at 1:30 AM, drive for over an hour, stand in line pulling pills, get a spot and arrive at 10 minutes to shooting time. Watch all ducks leave what little open water while unloading truck. Drag stuff 1/2 mile across rotten ice and mud with sleds and deer cart. Bust ice and make a hole. Sit till 10:30 before first pair passes dekes. Spent an hour looking for a downed mallard drake, lost him to the safe zone. Have a few others pass over. Hear the snows coming and realize it is 12:58, shooting hours end at 1:00. Snows touch down at 1:05 with me blowing dog whistle to warn others in the party not to shoot.
But, it was a great day with great friends. Made friends with a little pie billed grebe that appreciated the open water. Before the day was over, he was pecking at my water bottle next to me on the ice. He looked lonely when we pulled out.
Good news, there are alot of geese and I have been wanting to chase them.