Early southeast NY season, just south of Kingston on the Hudson. With my buddy who introduced me to waterfowling in central NY several years prior. A foggy morning, in my Southbay that I had rehab', we bagged a few Mallards over the cork stool I finally finished for that season. The sky cleared, the air warmed, and the birds settled. Ham and eggs fried on a camp stove on the flap boards overlooking the Hudson River with the green hills rising on the opposite shore. Barges passed heading south, trains on the far shore heading north.
Tom