Good stuff, Mike. Reading about your duck-hunting exploits in a foot and a half of snow sure sends shivers down my spine! It'll reach 34 degrees here too today, but that's celcius not farenheit!!

I'm lucky enough to have a marvellous hunting reserve just 15-mins from my home, so I slipped out for a look after work yesterday. I managed to plonk myself right in the middle of a whistle-duck night-feeding area, high tides coupled with storms at the moment have inundated some of the floodplain. As the light faded they started trickling in, then coming on in droves, almost took my hat off as it got dark. Fortunately I had bagged-out early, so the majority were allowed to come in undisturbed. What fun crouching there with an empty gun watching them whistle past within arm's reach. ...and all this in sweat-soaked shirt-sleeves!

Love this place!