Yesterday, Wednesday the 21st, I had the number 8 pick. Everyone has been hunting in the north side of our timber, so I decided to pull the boat over to the south canal and picked hole 13 to hunt. Our luck changed.

Right after setting up the decoys at about 6:20 a.m. a group of about a dozen Mallards came in after a good job calling by me, of course. We, David Breedlove, Wes Wright, and Pipe, killed 5 ducks, 4 drakes and a hen. Taxi was going crazy trying to pick up all of those ducks at the same time. She had not seen so many ducks since last season.

We stayed busy the rest of the morning calling, working ducks, and finally shooting our limit of 16 Mallards. Actually, we needed one duck to fill our limit. We had 15 on the lanyard. In these situations, I always designate a shooter so that we will not unintentionally go over our limit. So, I designated Pipe to shoot the last duck. A pair, a drake and a hen, came in voluntarily. We did not even have to call. David was standing by Pipe and told him to "shoot the drake".

We broke down laughing when we thought he missed the drake with the first shot. It fell on the second shot, then we noticed the hen flopping around in the water meaning that it had been shot, also. Pipe claimed he did not know he was only supposed to shoot one duck.

It all turned out OK. Their was not a game warden at the parking lot to check us so Pipe did not suffer his SECOND GV (Game Violation). We ate at Butch's that night to celebrate our good hunt.

More later.