Hunting wood ducks in the river bottoms

By Capt. Bill Watkins
It was damp in the dark woods of the river bottom and quite warm for December. When I bailed out of my truck thirty minutes earlier the temperature gauge in my truck read 69 degrees. Now as I hurriedly followed the old logging trail sweat began to break out inside the band of my hunting cap. I had to beat the wood ducks before they came sweeping in through the timber to land in the old slough. There is a favored spot along the slough under a giant willow oak right on the bank of the slough where I have killed many wood ducks over the course of my life. That was my destination on this morning. When I got there, I shined my flashlight on the old tree and found that it was down across the slough.


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