We’ve all been there. Excited to wake up the next morning, slip into your gear, grab your weapon and head into the darkness to the point that you struggle to sleep. The alarm finally sounds and you’re dressed and ready in the first five minutes of your eyes being open, only to step outside and find the absolute opposite weather conditions of what you would perceive to be ideal for a morning of watching the sunrise in the field. This is an unfortunate, but regular occurrence for those of us that live in the deep south, but we don’t let it get to us.
Late in December, my buddy Steve and I found ourselves in this very normal predicament. We were totally geared up, rifles, binos, and bullets in hand. As I opened the door into the predawn darkness, a warm, brisk wind hit my face, one that was not conducive to whitetail hunting. As we loaded into the truck, Steve realized he left his phone in the house. He ran back inside to get it and when his head popped out of the door he said, “They sent me a text and they’re heading to the duck blind!” My brain immediately shifted gears and I jumped out of the truck and told him, "Let's put on our waterfowl gear and waders and go!" Did the 19 mph south winds and 72-degree temps make me think we were crazy? Of course, but it was either hunt or lie in the camp and watch TV. The decision was easy.
Steve and I decided to wade next to the elevated blind under cover from the Cypress trees. The ducks poured in.
What started out as a questionable decision, very quickly turned into one of the best central Mississippi duck hunts any of us had ever been on. It was chalked full of laughs, memories and plenty of shooting.
We stayed in the hole until almost noon before we finally decided to pick up the decoys and head in. We had heavy straps and lots of work ahead but the reward was a fresh waterfowl dinner.
Let your passion for the experiences guide your decisions to go out, not your logical "weather man" senses that tell you you're wasting your time by going.