Sleet Hunt

It was cold, windy, and sleeting, but the sleet
was better than rain since it just bounced off.
The day was slow since we were the only guys at
our boat ramp, there were few other hunters
on the marsh shooting, and there were
precious few ducks in the air. Still, I hit
four hen quacks on my call and four mottles
came over the reeds and dropped their feet
for a landing. We had three guns in the boat,
made three splashes, and sent the fourth duck
off a widow - she kept circling us all morning.
The only tricky bit was that one mottle got
caught in the river current and was headed
to Jacksonville. I had to run after it and
jump into waist deep water on the retrieve.



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