So, today was day 21 and the season is quickly drawing to a close. We left at 5:30 for the old old spot and on the way out decided to try a new area of the Mighty Columbia. We set up out in the willows on the tip of the high water mark, a spot we perhaps should have tried sooner. I was chock full of ideas this morning. A new decoy spread, telling Fred how to build the blind; which I could tell he appreciated, advice on how to use the whistle call he has; which I could tell he appreciated and even ideas about where to sit. Boy I was full of em'. You see I planed to cleanly take over the lead this morning by greasing the first greenie of the year, and in the process become $20 richer.
There were a few fliers in the early morning but after a beautiful sunrise the ducks started coming in earnest. The first kill was all FGM with a double takedown of bluebills. At first there was some disagreement as to who shot the second one but being a team we worked it out. I missed 3 times. Then a fat ole hen mallard got taken, again by FGM. I missed 3 times. After that a big bunch of Greenies came flyin' in and again Fred folded while I missed 3 times. Now at this point I have to say that I was not the happiest guy in the world. Down 4 ducks and out $20 on what is likely the second to last day of the season, not good. So I did what any adult would do: told Fred to shut the hell up and sulked. At this point he shot yet another duck which I can't even remember right now. Oh yea, and I missed 3 times. AAAAAAARGH. 
Oh, and one other thing. If you ever decide to clean ducks in your garage take a tip from Tony Soprano, put down a nice drop cloth so it doesn't look like that scene from "Carrie".
Thanks for stoping by and remember GBCH.
