Looks like I got a lump of coal for my Christmas Eve hunt as I returned to the same locale. Things were similar as I caught the early ebb tide in the afternoon, however the black ducks played a different game today. I happened to notice them feeding towards the open water below the blind as I quietly tossed the decoys and found concealment. With persistent calling and a continued effort to find food, the ducks meandered my way up the tidal estuary.
One duck in particular was paddling in full haste as the others held back. Once it caught sight of the decoys, there was no hesitation where this duck was heading. I did get surprised by one duck waddling on the grass from the far shore and another which decided to drop in. Things were going exactly as they should.
I put the bead on the first duck which still was the best shot at that moment. It was just outside the left decoy and the far bank provided a most excellent backdrop. The shot was taken, feathers. A second shot, feathers, and my last shot, nothing. The ducks took to the air with the other ten or so down below.
My chance had gone as no more ducks would return before legal shooting ended. With Christmas Day being the last day of puddle ducks, I fear it may be my last unless I can pull out some Christmas miracle.
The hunt was enjoyable in solace, time for reflection and consideration while in the field puts me usually in a better place.
On a side note, I discovered today that my axle for my EZ Loader trailer has a considerable fracture between the U-bolts. I've got to figure out fast how to make things right for my sea duck hunting future hinges on this predicament.