Duck Parties Must Be Hot

B and I closed out the season with a quick limit. A couple of wasted post-season quackers wanted a splash fight, but I told them I was busy. They left, whispering nasty things, and I finished retrieving the decoys.

Heavy on Ringnecks, but hot oil does not discriminate amongst species.

I’m Arkansas-bound Tuesday, and I think I’ll stay awhile. Stay tuned-ish.