Ducks are here

Once again, the fast flying acrobats of the air are back in season. Yes, it’s duck hunting season; my personal favorite two months of the year are at hand.  The time to wake up early, get eaten alive by mosquitoes, paddle waterlogged kayaks and canoes into the furthest corners of the swamp, hide in makeshift palm frond blinds and shoot feverishly into the air, all in an attempt to bring those little bacon wrapped morsels of the marsh to the grill.  The first week is in the bag and now we have to wait till December 10th to hunt again when the peak of the migration is over.  We did well the first week; I think we shot around 20 or so, maybe more; it’s all been a blur of soggy waders and wet palm fronds.  Ross and company are gearing up for the festivities when they come home from school to really hit it hard over the Christmas break.  It will be fun to have some company in the blind. Anyways, the weather’s cooling down to the 60’s at night and that means winter’s coming so it’s time to bust out the jacket and start eating heartier meals: we’ve eaten plenty of turkey, coot jambalaya, gator leg and river shrimp over the last week or so. So now that we’re well feed and rested, we’re ready for more action.  I’ll keep you posted.