After a unproductive Saturday morning, but lots of migration, one would have thought that things would turn around Sunday. Contrare– I think it was worse. Had a good set-up in the "birthday blind", but only fired twice just to let that high flying Mallard know we were there. Watched a crippled goose take refuge in a neighboring bay, so spent a half hour working Maverick around the area to see if he could find it. No luck. After packing it in I took to straightening out the garage, keeping an ear to the west to listen for shooting, and the other on the Packers game. (found an aweful nice goose flute, Ry?) Heard a lot more action coming from the east!
We'll keep an eye to the sky, and hope to see my nephews in a few weeks for another junkie hunt!