Well... We are doing it. Blew the dust off my duck boat and decoys last night... up at 4:30 this morning, drove down to the river and discovered the water at the highest early September level that I can recall. The flat I was going to hunt was flooded and there was no place to set-up, headed another km up river to a pocket next to some higher ground, the water was flooded back into the trees, dropped four Canada floaters and eight or nine mallard dekes, then pulled the boat into the trees. Found a spot in front of the dekes where I had a thin slice of sky through the maple and ash branches. Had some early wings, a few woody squeals, some high flying geese. The burlap wrap-around blind was on high ground in the trees... I could read the confusion in my dogs face... She was thinking; "Do you mean to tell me that we can hunt ducks on firm, dry ground??? Then why are we always belly deep in swamp water and loon shyte?!?!?"
At first light a nice pair of blacks buzzed the dekes, but were through the opening before I could mount the gun... Spent the next hour at "port arms." A few geese toyed with us, I debated on a pair of woody hens, only for the dogs pleasure, but passed, Lexie was quite put-off by that decision.It was a cool, foggy morning with no wind. I'm going to hang in until 10:30 to see if some misguided bird decides to make my dog's day. Lexie debated on retrieving a deer from behind the blind, at least I assume it was a deer, her hackles weren't up, so it wasn't a bear. All in all, a lovely morning to be on the water and in the woods.
Update, 9:53... Another hen woody decoyed... I didn't have the heart to disappoint the dog again. Woody and eggs for breakfast. Lexie doesn't take her eye off the sky for one second.