Duck Hunt Gone All Wrong

--After the great day that my dad and brother just had, we had extreme warm temperatures for this time of year and all of that ice had melted by the time me and Earl had gotten there on Friday night. The three of us went hunting the following Saturday. Getting up at 4 A.M. to get out in the lake and set up before daylight. About 20 minutes before shooting time the fog rolled in and were couldn’t see anything until it was just about too late. The fog was so thick that it didn’t burn off until 10:30 A.M. Then finally it started to warm up a little due to the fact that the sun was beaming down on us. According to the weather man we were suppose to have 5 to 10 mph winds that would have been perfect, to keep the water moving and the ducks in the air. But from the last couple day of warmth the ice had melted everywhere and allowing the ducks to spread out on to ponds and other lakes. We didn’t see hardly anything and only shot at a couple of coots that as I’m concerned the nasty black birds of the duck world. This was a day that we were going to put our numbers over a hundred.