Started back the trail to the blind this morning and met my buddy halfway. He drops a bomb: "There are guys setting up right by the second blind." I asked if they were in a boat knowing that was unlikely and sure enough, they came in from the other side. (I'm certain they don't have permission to park where they did.) So I throw on my waders and head out to confront them. Four guys from Noble County who just got permission yesterday. Despite knowing someone else had permission, they decided to get right to hunting.
Guy says "first one here gets to hunt" to which I replied: "Had I known I was in a race this morning, you'd be headed back to Noble County." I was starting to lose my composure and decided to cut the conversation short and left. I contemplated calling the law as they don't have written permission, just verbal. Decided starting a pissing match wasn't a good idea just yet. They apparently know the LOs nephew real well, which is how they got permission. We've hunted there for 3 years and these ass wipes made it their own in 24 hours. Just ain't how you go about it in my book.
So after fighting off tears of frustration, cussing a lot, considering ruining thwir morning by high balling and shooting at every duck within a mile, we left for breakfast. After steak, eggs, coffee and a healthy grumpy, I decided to put rubber to the road. 90 minutes later we were watching 46-48 mallards and 2 drake pintails float on a pond that we should be able to get on. We'll know for sure Monday. Its got crop fields adjacent to it and is within eye sight of the river. In reality, it is better than our blind.
Fingers crossed that our shitty morning leads to a great discovery.
Guy says "first one here gets to hunt" to which I replied: "Had I known I was in a race this morning, you'd be headed back to Noble County." I was starting to lose my composure and decided to cut the conversation short and left. I contemplated calling the law as they don't have written permission, just verbal. Decided starting a pissing match wasn't a good idea just yet. They apparently know the LOs nephew real well, which is how they got permission. We've hunted there for 3 years and these ass wipes made it their own in 24 hours. Just ain't how you go about it in my book.
So after fighting off tears of frustration, cussing a lot, considering ruining thwir morning by high balling and shooting at every duck within a mile, we left for breakfast. After steak, eggs, coffee and a healthy grumpy, I decided to put rubber to the road. 90 minutes later we were watching 46-48 mallards and 2 drake pintails float on a pond that we should be able to get on. We'll know for sure Monday. Its got crop fields adjacent to it and is within eye sight of the river. In reality, it is better than our blind.
Fingers crossed that our shitty morning leads to a great discovery.