I got a call last night about 6:00 p.m. It was my good friend Noel Ferguson. He wanted to hunt today, so I told him to come down from Harrison, Arkansas and join David Breedlove and me.

We chose hole 2, which doesn't have a blind, but with beautiful clear weather, we didn't need a blind.

Just like yesterday, some volunteer Teal came in early. Today we killed seven of them. Later in the morning we heard the swoooshing sound that Teal make, but instead of them coming, three Mallards were following them and dropped in without us calling. The sun was glistening on the green heads of the two drakes. They literally dropped in with the hen as we bagged all three of them.

A little later in the morning a flight of four Mallards worked our hole, circled several times, and finally left with another group. Maybe ten minutes later they showed up again, circled, made a couple of low passes in the hole, and on the third pass we picked off a drake and hen. That finished our bag for the day. We wound up with five Mallards and seven Teal for a total of 12 ducks.

Just as we emptied our guns a Mallard drake dropped in un-noticed. The only way we knew it was on the water was by looking at our dogs, C. J. and Cache. Both of them were standing and looking directly at the duck. Of course, by the time we got to our guns, he lazily flew off to places unknown.

More later,