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Way, way down river. Pirogues, not layout boats. First morning it was raining when we left camp; a down pour commenced the minute we threw the last decoy, about 2 hours later. Limits of bull canvasbacks and sprigs were a given; the remainder of six were harder to come by. We were contented regardless. Two eaglehead blues, pulled from unusually low-flying flocks, were just reward for braving the downpour.



Big thanks to Jeff & Company.

nice

WOW!!

looks like a great hunt!!

Man Jeff, wheres my phone call on one of these hunts. I would gladly bring an "ok" dog to do the dirty work and I am a pretty decent cook.

very nice!

rboudet wrote:Man Jeff, wheres my phone call on one of these hunts. I would gladly bring an "ok" dog to do the dirty work and I am a pretty decent cook.

It's like training out at my place all ya gotta do is call me. When are we gonna start trainin' by the way?

Jeff wrote:

rboudet wrote:Man Jeff, wheres my phone call on one of these hunts. I would gladly bring an "ok" dog to do the dirty work and I am a pretty decent cook.

It's like training out at my place all ya gotta do is call me. When are we gonna start trainin' by the way?

I know, just bustin your chops. What days are best for you. I am pretty much available most days train. We have been wearing the spillway out. It hasn't looked this good in over two years. I do need to get to your place I am always looking for a quick place to get to when I am by myself to run some blinds.

Well done Ramsey

very nice

looks like quite the mixed bag. great job. now a word of advice about this weekend. don't let gordo claim all the ducks. You have to watch him close....

So Ramsey, did you see my ship at anchor across from The Jump? Y'all should have come alongside for a visit and a cup of coffee!

LawDawg -- He better be on his game.

Mud -- All those big boats look the same when you're squinting into sideways rain.

We come in soaked to the bone like a sorry pack of drowned rats but no one cared because the ducks had flown like mad and we'd manged those bonus blues. That it was mid-40's helped. Low and behold, about the time we all got dried and warmed, Jeff unleashed a pot of cajun-cooked canvasbacks. Some of the best ducks I've ever eaten. Another couple dozen of those raw oysters we'd had the night before would have hit the spot.

Shot a tall flying pintail in the rain. Hadn't seen those wigeon that were coming in on Jeff's side. Minute I shot, the wigeon bounced and Jeff lit into it like only a good friend can or will: !@#$!! you #$%^& holy $%^&* you !@#$%%^&!!!!!!! Second the pintail hit the water with an enormous splash, he quickly apologized: I take back everything. Well, everything but the MF!

nice!

looks like it couldnt have gottn any better but next time call a poor hunter to join in on the fun!