It Started this Morning

The sounds of snow and blues rang through the morning darkness as anticipation of the migration mounted.  Slowly counting the seconds until the clock said go.  Ducks everywhere and in every different direction.  What decoyed came right in.  Some near hits along the way kept us from limiting early as the shootin' was, admittedly, far from "SURE."  Had all species of ducks in the bag today when we pulled out at quitting time.  Have to admit, other than wet, didn't get anything after lunchtime.  The morning was full of fun and frenzy.  A day like this is only our 2nd in 3 years at the Ditch.  While 9 ducks doesn't sound like much, it all happened before lunch and it took plenty of shells to get 'em hauled in.  This wind was a bit tough on the steel today.   The take isn't nearly as important as the process.  Very few times does a guy get what we had today in the way of decoying ducks and hard pushing birds.  This is what we spend thousands of dollars on, spend countless hours on, and why we have that lawyer on permanent retainer.  This is it.  North winds, precipitation, cooling temps up north with snow, dang it's about time.  Tomorrow is looking to shape up as good as, or perhaps better than, today.  More bodies in the morning hoping for another round or duck hunters delight.  The boys were a bit frustrated as it appeared we were just not on the flight pattern this afternoon, thousands to see, nothing to decoy.  Have heard stories and reports similar to this from just about everyone on the bottoms.  It's definitely time!   Time to quit wishing, time to quit hoping, time to quit looking at the weather, and time to quit making excuses.  IT is Happening.  Make time now cause who knows how long it's gonna last.  The game doesn't start 'til 7 tomorrow night so no reason for leaving early.  That's all for now.  You can count on a report tomorrow!