Today is cold, cloudy, rainy and very reminiscent of the days I spent standing waist deep in my waders pass shooting Wood Ducks with my buddy Roger. We'd set a few decoys of course, but these fast flying little guys usually paid them no mind at all. As they would come whistling through the trees we'd blast away, and I'll never forget the day that I got a triple - three shots and three drakes down. Shown here is a detail from an oil painting I must have done 20 years ago. Ah...the memories.
