It's been a few years now since the glory days of this wood duck hole. It used to pile them in at first light and usually resulted in a limit within the first 45 minutes. The past few years have been disappointing though and the woodies seem to be elsewhere. I don't have time to scout this spot in advance, so its literally boom or bust.
To be fair, I always see a 'few' ducks. This time was no different as the first set of 3 ducks buzzed my ass and I sat there dumbfounded at their speed and ability to surprise. This shouldn't surprise me as they do this to me every year. I never get a shot off on the first set of ducks. Its almost as if my coffee is still working its way into my veins. But in years past, I usually get opportunities to redeem myself and actually get ready.
This year, I said it wouldn't happen again and sure enough they came in from behind me and scared the hell out of me. I was ready for the next set of ducks, but they never came.
