The ducks played hop scotch with us, darting to ponds where we weren't. Occasionally, one would buzz the tower and flare just outside of shooting range.
With waterfowling, it's either on, or very off. There's not much in between.
Thousands of geese trumpeted around us bound for cut grain fields and it seemed that the big duck squadrons were truck and trailer with them.
Not to worry, a few quakers fell into the game bag but more than anything, it was great to watch my buddy Doc K worth with his hunting pup, Chloe.
The relationship between a man and his beast is a special thing to see.
