Shame, eternal shame, and nothing but shame!

Yesterday was my first solo hunt.  Lt. Jim got
engaged and has had a change of priorities. 
You try to rear them right ...

Anyway, it was just cold enough that I could
rock the Jones hat. Definitely stylin' in the marsh.
I also had another great set up. Ducks in the
decoys before dawn. Ducks landing in or
checking out the block all day long. The only
problem was the hunter. I couldn't hit a duck
today if it was looking down the barrel of the
gun. I'm so glad it was a solo hunt. Any hunting
buddy would have hurt himself laughing at me.

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