Well, just woke up from my post hunt nap.
Didn't see anything, but heard a flock of something, just couldn't get them to commit.
Despite honest efforts, my live from the stand dreams were dashed by lack of service despite the new cell phone tower perched precariously on one side of the pond.
Aside from nearly drowning Lee and I both by forgeting to ensure the boat plug waas in place, it was a good hunt with a good friend and some of my big sisters good biscuits 'n bacon when we got back.
Going again out tomorrow before church hopefully.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."