About a month ago I was talking around the tailgate with friend and loyal reader CA-Chucky. Our trucks were parked at the edge of a flood and we needed to get to a water control gate a half mile away. I’d waded as far as I could get before getting to a drainage ditch that was way over my head. So I walked back and discussed the situation with my resident safety officer. CA-Chucky told me I was crazy, just leave it and come back when the water comes down, but I knew as soon as the water came down we would begin losing water, thus hurting our chances for killing ducks. So I borrowed an inflatable cooler and some rope and went back to the ditch. Theoretically CA was going to call for help if I got swept downstream. I tied the rope to my wrist and the other end to a tree, then I hugged the cooler and swam for it.
And last Saturday it was all worth it:
While CA was in a treestand another friend and I had a wonderful shoot. We shot mostly teal, but we killed a few big ducks and saw several bunches after we were done. A careful look would notice that there are also several doves in the picture! We got back to the trucks and noticed a couple dozen doves in the scrubby trees where we parked. I had a box of 8s that we split up and over the next 20 minutes we killed nearly a limit of doves. Then it was time for breakfast a, nap, and then it was back to the treestand.
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