I was sitting in a duck blind out in a marsh, my first time duck hunting.Latemorning, after the flow of ducks and geese coming in had slowed down, we had been sitting there waiting for a bunch to come our way, trying to call them in. Things were going slow. I waswatching a hawk hunting along the marsh, but lost sight of him. All of a sudden, the hawk flies up over the front of the blind, about three feet from my face. I could see it's eyes staring at me as it came over, then soared up higher. I guess the hawk was just as surprised as I was. It was pretty cool.

Another time, I was pheasant hunting with the old man and another guy with his dogs. It was a slow day. Well at the edge of some woods, the younger, more energetic dog starts pointing pretty strong. We walk up, but can't see anything. As we come a little closer, we see that the dog is pointing at a dead blue jay. We had a pretty good laugh. The young ones think they know it all.