“George Ringo, Doc. Titsworth, Ed Latta and me.”

Ed and I had hunted Thursday and the ducks were looking like a hive of bees only many, many, more of them.  I mean everywhere we looked but they would not work our spread.  We were blinded up in the willow tops and knew we were as well hid as possible but no good.  They were bunched up and drifting with the wind.  The raft of ducks was at least fourty yards wide and half the length of what I always called 100 acre field.  When they got to the end they would pick up and return to the other end.  We did not get a shot.

We gave up about noon and I went to cut cane for camo and Ed rounded up two 15 foot pieces of chicken wire.  We covered the wire with cane and saved a big bundle of loose cane along with about three small limbs.  We then loaded my little 12’ boat in back of the truck and hooked up my big boat trailer.  We had a burlap cover to hide the big boat and used the little one for a blind.  In the morning way way before light we headed out to the bottom of the hill below where Eddie Roberts now lives. 

We motored out to 100 acre field pulling the 12 footer behind with all our blind material.   We picked out a spot out at the end of a bare point and started blinding up.  The two big wire covers went on the sides.  Then we took the loose cane and stuck it in the ground all around the blind.  It was extended out for twenty five feet and it completely broke our outline.  We stuck the tree limbs in with the cane.

We had a ball when the ducks started flying.  When we left to go home we left everything but the boats so we could go the next day.

I had a commitment Saturday morning so we stopped by Dr. Titsworths house to see if he could go with Ed early and I would meet them at the truck at 10 am.  Doc said he could not for he had invited George Ringo to go to his blind at Moscow and he could not go until 8 or 9 am.  We had him call George and have him meet me instead. 

George and I got there and blew the horn and fired a single shot to alert them.  They picked us up and we were off.  Sure enough the ducks were back.  Doc made Ed stay in the back and not shoot until George and I did a little shooting.  This was one of the most enjoyable hunts ever for me mainly because we were able to hide out in the open.

It is funny how luck works.  The harder we work the luckier we get.