My hunt was sort of a bust. Got to my Dad's at a good time, and we got on the tractor and headed down to our hole. When we got there there were 2 guys already set up.

They were trespassing, but because the tide was wrong and it was almost first light already, we let them hunt with us for the first light flights. They moved on and hopefully won't do that again, or they will get a much different reaction.

We shot 4 or 5 in 20 minutes and then headed back to the barn. The dog was out for his 13th opening day, and this was definitely his last one. Sad to see the ole boy has lost it. He was still excited as a pup when we headed down to the water, but his eyesight has degenerated too far, he couldn't pick up dead ducks on the dead flat water. After 4 retrieves he spent the rest of the day sleeping it off.