This was one of those duck hunts that, despite the best laid plans, doesn't go your way. My buddy (who's dog is in the pics) calls and says he watched about 50 mallards and 20 or so teal on a little grassland slough we call the "teal pond". So we set the plan in motion for the next morning, our other friend declines to come because his wife is due anytime. 4:30am and we're loaded and gone.
About the time I get the dekes set, and buddy finishes brushing in.

We both get a text "It's Happening!"................................."Birds coming in yet?"
Ha ha ha it was killin him, figured he was missing the flight of the century, bird straps strained from limits of fat northerns.
But he needn't fear. As sometimes happens, regardless of scouting, timing, prep and anticipation. Five mallards flew in just after LST and only one decoyed, which I had to shoot, because labs can't go home without getting muddy.
Great day regardless, and we were able to make it home for lunch then down to the hospital to see our buddies first born son