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.