A great, frosty, January morning hunt on a fine little wood duck hole in Southwest Mississippi, with my buddies.
Duck Blind Song:
“A little wood duck hole my friends and me
They were whistlin’ dixie coming through the trees
Twelve gauge sounds like an M16”
Warren Co. Peak of the rut. Several small buck chasing does and this big boy just shows up.
We where hunting from the ground in the afternoon during Thanksgiving week.
A very long but good morning suddenly turned around when our buddy forgot to grab the shell bag with all but 3 boxes.
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