Headed east on Friday morning to hunt ducks with my godfather over in yakima. The trip started off really well when i misread the ferry schedule and showed up for the 135am boat that had left at 1255. So i turned around and drove through Gig harbor, i think, i dont really remember that much of the trip but I must have. (i really hate this feeling) Stopped a couple times to take little naps but finally arrived around 6 to the desired destination and hiked out into the marsh. I was wide awake at this point with the sounds of mallards and pintails all around us. Plenty of birds, but they were vary spooky. light calling and a jerk cord seemed to be the ticket. we should have been done fairly quickly but i couldnt seem to shoot very well. we bailed around 11 after my godfather shot his last duck.

the rest of the weekend can be summed up with this picture.

we were due for a couple bands but to get them this way was fantastic.