The weather was supposed to be horrible...and it wasn't great. It was raining all the way up to Flatbrook but by the time I got there it had slowed down a bit. There were far fewer guys in the parking lot today. Greg and I were going to start into the field but changed at the last moment and went up the hill. Of course most of the shooting was from the field. Even though there were not many guys, we kept bumping into people on the hill. After the first rush we came across the road and headed down the river bank. We talked about how we hope the after-push was good considering how we screwed up the morning. As we were walking the river, to our surprised, we put up a bird. I saw him sitting behind a tree and got Greg all set. The bird started running and when I turned around he went up...how did we both miss?!
We continued on to the bottom corner. As we were walking there, Greg saw a bird running so we took off after him. We followed him up the steep hill and as Greg got to him he took off flying. Greg missed...i saw him but didn't shoot. We continued around the lake and on the other side, Greg spotted a bird in a tree. He shot and it sort of just sat there. We thought it was get stuck in the tree but then it went to take off. Greg shot again and got it. As we were trying to make our way back through the swamp I but up a bird that was just standing there. We both shot...and how the hell did we miss again!? lol.
It was a fun time with not a lot of pressure on birds, a good amount of birds, a good amount of guys and a good amount of rain.
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