I had to go to a meeting up north today, but was able to slip out to the marsh late in the afternoon for a duck hunt with my brother-in-law, DJ. I hadn’t planned on going, so I didn’t have any gear, but he was able to outfit me pretty well. I did have to wear an old pair of his waders, which were 5 sizes too big for me. I felt like a clown on the long walk to the blind, but it was well worth it.  We had a great shoot with fairly steady action. The best was when a small flock of ducks were landing in a pothole several hundred yards from our position and DJ was able to blast the ducks out with an alarm call, then brought them over to us with a series of quacks and feeding chuckles. Casadore, his huge male lab did a fantistic job, as usual, on the retrieves. It made for a great evening.
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