This was morning one of the two-day hunt. We spent the morning in the blind and saw only one teal, which no one got a shot at. Although we were skunked, we enjoyed ourselves. The beauty of the marsh is like no other.
… the swooshing sound again as the flock of teal, in perfect formation, bank a turn. Then they traverse from the side of open water to the other. Suddenly they’re in front of the blind! They make another bank turn. Just as they tip their wings up, “GET ‘EM!”