

I dusted the gun off quickly with three teal to Chris' none.

Once the ducks settled into the marsh we went jump shooting, stalking through the marsh up to our chest in the swampy water and heavy pickrel weed. This has seemed to produce for us in the past.
We ended up with almost a limit. 9 ducks. 4 blue wing teal, 4 woodies, and one mallard with a leg band. He was my fifth bird and I thought it neat to end on that note. There were woodies every where. When we fired on one lifting out of the weeds 8-10 more would flush all around us.
We exhausted ourselves and had a blast doing it!


Now to get ready for the serious stuff next weekend.