The Fat Lady Sang

Our 2011/2012 waterfowl season has officially closed.  I must admit, as I get older, my desire to pursue ducks in below zero temps has waned.  Before, there was no keeping me from getting up at 4am and breaking ice out to that years honey hole.  Maybe it is old age or the way our season began (we scouted a local lake, only to find it drained within a week.  No one bothered telling us...) that kept me in the covers on this years brutal mornings.  However, when the "last" day of anything arrives, you get up, get out, and get excited.  I was optimistic yesterday morning.  Deke, when realizing we were going hunting (when the gun case in my hand, he's clued in) was banana brains around the house, perhaps he knew it was the last day?  So we trekked out to our little hole, set up decoys, and......took pics.... cause we didn't take any birds.  Ahhh, there's always next year, right?  Perhaps it will be warmer....

Sorry Buddy, it's gonna be a long 9 months, isn't it? Wanna go fish?