This morning I hunted with Doug Davis and his friend David Matchett.  Doug is a fireman from Little Rock and David is with the LRFD, also.  We went to hole 5.

 

Shortly after shooting hours three Mallards worked our hole and landed about as far away from us as they could by landing in the south end of the hole.  We had to yell at them to get them to fly.  One went south and was safe. Two flew to the north.  I knocked down a drake and could not find him.  The other went out through the timber and as best as I could tell, he was not hit.

 

About 7:30 a.m. a duck just fluttered in on it's on accord.  We flushed it, shot it, and C. J. retrieved it.  It turned out to be a hen Shoveler.  We stayed until 11:00 a.m., but our hunting was over early today and it was a beautiful blue-bird day. 

 

We just don't have many ducks down in our area yet.

 

This afternoon I traveled to McGehee to hunt with Mike French again.  I must be a glutton for punishment.  Mike had noticed some Mallards in a field that he had recently stopped up and was filling up with water.  Mike cut some switch-cane that we stuck up in the mud  in front of a dirt bank.  We put two folding chairs under the cane with C. J.'s folding stand between us.

 

When we set up, all of the ducks flew out, but the longer we stayed, the more of them came back.  A lot of them wouldn't get close enough for us to shoot, but six of them did.  We wound up with four Mallards, one Gadwall, and one Ringneck.

 

More later.