I was looking forward to this morning for few reasons. I haven't seen Justin (childhood friend who grew up a few doors down from me) in years and I have never been on a duck hunt before.
Rewind a week ago, I got in touch with Justin about going on a hunt with him. New Years day, 5:30am at a local estuary marsh land.
Plan was set.
Headlights off at 5:30am, pack in, setup, and wait for first light
YETI Camino Carryall Tote Bag does it all and does it well. It stays up empty, a breeze to clean and rugged bottom to keep your stuff dry
Decoys moving slowly with the tide and the sun scratching the horizon. Meanwhile, ducks calling in the distance.
About ~1.5 hours into the morning with no potential shots. Nothing but distant calls and ducks hunkeredd down in a tiny cove off in the distance.
Few flybys with 2-4 ducks in a flock, far out of range. All the birds in range were Seagulls and a tiny shorebird that couldn't not be more than 10 yards from the edge of the marsh.
We take :30 to reset the decoys as the tide starts to go back out, stretch our legs, and wait for another wave to come our way.
Getting more and more eager to have a wave of ducks come into range. We'll see what happens when we settle back in.
Soak it in, this was the only shot we had! No ducks to retrieve