Opening day was solid.
But then other obligations kept me from the field until the ice storm shut down school, and everything else, last week The wife said I was insane, an addict and likely to kill her precious baby when we pulled out and headed into the storm at 3:00 am. The boy and the dog thought maybe she was right. They came along anyway.
About 45 minutes later the boy agreed with me that ice was indeed nice. Limits of mallards with sprig and gadwalls as the "scrap ducks."
The dog still thought I was nuts, but he played along.
Ended up making it home in time for the annual Christmas tree battles.
And finished with some teal scalopinne.
“Which way General?” the aide asked. “Either,” Forrest growled. “If one road led to Hell and the other to Mexico, I would be indifferent which to take.”