Lesson Re-learned

Last night, duck hunting... First hour: 2 mallards fly over low from behind me at mach 2, not interested in my spread. Second hour, some Canada honkers fly in low and check me out, no goose hunting in this WMA, I stay legal. Third hour, unknown ducks check it out from a distance, but have been pecked at for four weeks by jerks like me and aren't interested. Fourth hour, tired of sitting here... I'm going home. Put down the shotgun and go in the water after the dekes, get about half of them in the bag when a Ringneck comes in and says hello, shakes hands, and leaves slowly with a dance. Me swearing loudly at the marsh. Then Willcut's voice in my head: "Always take your gun... I don't care if you're going out to take a shit, take your gun...". Damn... we had pizza last night.