I like the movie “Lonesome Dove”, but I hate the real live version when it is “Lonesome Duck“. That’s what we killed Friday morning. One lonesome duck. Then another lonesome duck. Two ducks. That’s it.
This hunt was indicative of the season for us. It’s been a tough one and not much sign of any miracles for the last two days.
Some folks are still killing good numbers of ducks in some woods holes, but not everybody. Hunting the fields is tough right now. We saw loads of ducks today but they would not come near the levee, the blind or the decoys. There wasn’t any wind and these are the same old ducks we’ve hunted the second split. They wouldn’t even work for us.
Some hunters to the north in Arkansas are having pretty good hunts in the flooded timber. One group I talked to today limited out with 32. We had a good hunt there earlier in the week.
Two days to go. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m ready for it to mercifully come to an end and move on. That’s how bad it’s been.
