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In a brake full of acorns. They were flying in. We was one shy, hunting was tough, not many and heavy overcast which made the woods vary dark during shooting time. I told Gavin where to go to get the last one which was a secluded pond off the brake. The plan was to whoop if he kills the 6th bird or I’d be shooting one. He shot and whooped and I sent Pearl and she took off like a rocket. He gave her the commands and shortly after I seen her hauling ass back to me with the duck. He came back and we took some pics. I told him we never hunt the pond that he said had 30 in it. It’s there in case we need to finish limits after they quit flying.Nice bag. We're y'all jump shooting or calling?
We got back to the camp and jumped in the boat to run lines and pick them up because bad weather is coming. We only caught 6 fish, and the plan was to clean all the fish then go to his camp for his famous cooked ducks. I have never tasted them better and I’ve had them every kind of way. So today is for me to learn how he does it and eat and drink beer.