Bob here,
Well day sixteen was an interesting one to say the least. We learned
something last week, the water is really really high right now. Because of
this we decided to go to the 'old new' spot as it is a high and dry walk in
and sits on a more calm part of the great Columbia River. Not only are we
the best hunters, we are also the smartest. Fred decided it would be a good
idea to take a precursory walk out to see what we were dealing with before
putting on the big packs. About 30 seconds in we were stymied by....
everyone now...... Water.
Needless to say we had to contemplate our next move. Throw out deeks here
next to the highway? Push further in through deep water to another spot?
Consider another spot altogether? What would the great Dr. King do in our
position? Back at the truck we weighed our options the way all great
thinkers do, by taking a nap. Some time passed and as the shooting time
neared and the rain came down harder we decided there was only one correct
option. After a tasty breakfast at Sheris by the truck stop we headed back to the relative safety, but non-killing zone, of our respective homes. I personally slept well and did not dream of killing ducks. Perhaps I will rent a video of people folding ducks and imagine myself there. I'm fairly sure Fred also returned to dream land and my now be watching a OLN hunting show where he is the star.
Now don't you worry. There is still time to up the teams fold count next
week. We promise to have another thrilling, edge of your seat account of
all the action right here in the journal. Remember when viewing the
attached pictures that both of these spots are completely underwater now.
Likely 12 to 14 feet under. Water, water, water.

God Bless Charlton Heston.

P.S. If we had the duck boat we could have folded our bag limit today.
What the heck is taking so long people?