Remarks from the guide

One of the days we went out, we hired the guide that does the scouting for the hunting lease. I rode on the front of his four-wheeler while i watched my brother along with my dad trail behind with flashlights. I was set to bail the blind while everyone else put out decoys. The funny thing about hunting with Bruce is he always loves to hop out of a blind and chase a cripple down half way across a flooded rice field. It took a while, however, for his first opportunity to come. The first time this particular day, B desperately made a move to hop out of the blind and the guide said, "Bruce, get back in the blind ducks 2 o'clock." All 220 pound of him at this time crashed down on the fiberglass bench and I wouldn't doubt if he knocked some of his own shells in the water in the blind. His opportunity finally came that day and he usually disappears for 20 minutes and you eventually see him on a perpendicular levi trying to call in ducks. In the end, if it weren't for this, we may save a couple opportunities to get our limits...