For Saturday morning, we decided to hunt somewhere else and give the ducks on the other hole a rest. There are several ponds on our land that usually keep ducks in them since they are all right beside the river. We drove about a mile down further than we had been hunting to a new pond that had several sloughs that mouthed out into it. We had never hunted this hole before, but had always seen ducks in it. We arrived about an hour before daylight to throw decoys out. Since it was a bigger hole, we threw about fifty decoys in this one.
It was as if turning on a light switch as soon as it became daylight. The ducks were coming into the hole in pairs perfectly. We were only shooting the drakes, and letting the hens fly so that we could hunt longer. About ten that morning, two of us had a limit, but we needed one more duck to fly in so that my buddy could get his. It took about twenty minutes for a lone duck to fly through, but after calling back at it and tempting it with duck calls, the drake finally circled through and gave him a perfect one shot kill.
This was a fun weekend of duck hunting. Three hunts and Three limits of mallards. This is a great start to a opening weekend of duck hunting. I am looking foward to doing more hunting over the christmas holiday if I can get away from work for long enough.

Friday afternoon's hunt started out about the same as it did that morning. The ducks were pouring into the hole to feed. We were being real selective with what ducks we shot because we didn't want to limit out within a few minutes. We started shooting nothing but mallard drakes. These are the green headed ducks that everyone knows of, and by far the best to eat.
About the time we all had about four ducks a piece, the ducks seemed to quit flying. We waited for about thirty minutes without even seeing a duck. I stood up to look behind the blind we were sitting in, and at that time we had about one hundred ducks coming flying through the pond. All of us shot two a piece out of the flock, giving us our second limit of the day. It was pure luck for that hunt, but i'll take luck over skill anyday.

OVer this past weekend, duck season opened. I returned home for three days to do some duckhunting with my two friends. It started out slow, but quickly picked up better and better each day. Our first hunt was on Friday morning. We got into the blind about an hour before daylight, and threw about twenty decoys into the duck pond. Since we were hunting a small pond off the river, we didn't need that many decoys. Once daylight broke enough so that we could see we had action. The ducks were really wanting to land in the hole we were sitting on. If we missed one the first time, they would actually circle around and try for another shot to land. We shot our limit of six ducks a piece by nine that morning. We returned home to clean the ducks, get a bite to eat and a short nap, and we were right back out there for the afternoon hunt.