Bill Savoie
Active member
So I was to start the 2nd half of the season today...
I woke up, went downstairs to find that my automatic coffee pot had a catastrophic failure and poured coffee over the entire (brand new) counter top. That took 20 minutes to clean up so...
Now I'm running late. Why didn't I hook up the boat last night? Where's my gear? Crap, one of the running lights on the trailer is out. When did that happen? Off I go...
Meet my partner, usually he's the one who is late. He laughs at me. Get to the ramp. It's a lousy ramp. High and low tide it's close to worthless. It's high tide. Partner can't push the boat off the trailer, don't want my rear axle in the salt water. I hop out to put on my waders. Where are my wading shoes? I had them in my hand before I left the house. Crap. Can't wait for the new boot foot waders to come in. Go park the truck, hobble back to the ramp. Halfway to the boat, oh crap, where's my lanyard with the calls? Still hanging from the rearview mirror. Too late now.
Get in the boat, get set up, buddy gives me his calls since I'm the better caller. A few birds up and moving, 7 birds swing by the dekes, start to flare, we salute and they keep going. Sigh.
Busy day at work today, so can't stay out too long. We head back in, only to watch birds pitching into the cove we just left. Sigh. Get back to the ramp, hobble back to the truck, load up the boat and try to give my buddy his calls back. He's busy fussing with something, so I hang them on the bow cleat. I drive him back to the parking lot about a mile away, we grab a cup of coffee, come out, and thankfully notice that his calls are still hanging on the bow cleat.
All I can say is, I love duck hunting!
I woke up, went downstairs to find that my automatic coffee pot had a catastrophic failure and poured coffee over the entire (brand new) counter top. That took 20 minutes to clean up so...
Now I'm running late. Why didn't I hook up the boat last night? Where's my gear? Crap, one of the running lights on the trailer is out. When did that happen? Off I go...
Meet my partner, usually he's the one who is late. He laughs at me. Get to the ramp. It's a lousy ramp. High and low tide it's close to worthless. It's high tide. Partner can't push the boat off the trailer, don't want my rear axle in the salt water. I hop out to put on my waders. Where are my wading shoes? I had them in my hand before I left the house. Crap. Can't wait for the new boot foot waders to come in. Go park the truck, hobble back to the ramp. Halfway to the boat, oh crap, where's my lanyard with the calls? Still hanging from the rearview mirror. Too late now.
Get in the boat, get set up, buddy gives me his calls since I'm the better caller. A few birds up and moving, 7 birds swing by the dekes, start to flare, we salute and they keep going. Sigh.
Busy day at work today, so can't stay out too long. We head back in, only to watch birds pitching into the cove we just left. Sigh. Get back to the ramp, hobble back to the truck, load up the boat and try to give my buddy his calls back. He's busy fussing with something, so I hang them on the bow cleat. I drive him back to the parking lot about a mile away, we grab a cup of coffee, come out, and thankfully notice that his calls are still hanging on the bow cleat.
All I can say is, I love duck hunting!