It was a wet, cold, miserable day, with very little action in Elma today. I nailed a canvasback hen twice but she must have had her flak jacket on. I thought it was just going to be another unsuccessful day. Several hours later a lone drake mallard swam into the decoys and I thought it was a really life like decoy until it turned its head. I jumped out of my seat and nailed it at least twice out of three shots his wing went into the as if it were calling time out. I reloaded while my partner fired three more shots into him. I jumped out of the blind and shot him again but he made it onto land and into a thicket I shot once more through the branches, yet that still didn't kill him. He put up one heck of a fight but in the end it is in my fridge.
