|The small spread set out for an ebb tide.|
Rather than capitalize on some sleep, I ended up with the almighty stupid cat who opted to let me know that morning was here and he was hungry. After feeding said moron and brewing up a cup of Breakfast Blend, I couldn't help but watch the sunrise overlooking a high but ebbing tide. Translation... I could walk 75 feet down to the shore, put out some bufflehead decoys, and try for an hour or so until the tide pushed too far out. So I did...
I watched several diving groups further out in deeper water, but eventually things went my way. The first one came in alone and hit the landing zone. Just after the shot, I scurried up to the house grabbed my daughter's new kayak and carried it down the to beach.
Within twenty more minutes, I ended up with another...
And shortly thereafter, I ended up with the third... I called it quits after that..
Aside of a beautiful morning and waking up my wife with a little bit of gunfire, I'm appreciative of the life I live and thankful for the blessings granted. For that, have a great Thanksgiving. I intend to get out in a couple of hours with my dad to pursue the almighty black duck, then we'll tackle the turkey.
The Downeast Duck Hunter