|In California, At Least For This Season, We Are Allowed Two Hen Mallards On Our Daily Limits|
|The Impenetrable Tule Fortress That Hid 20 Or So Canvasbacks|
|Our First Goldeneye|
|We Wait, Hoping For Some Pass Shooting|
I missed more birds than I care to admit. The old man managed to shoot a couple and we lost one of his birds as we were separated and by the time I got to him with Kaiser the bird likely dove and was hanging on for dear life. We made it to one of my go-to spots and I flushed a mallard pair. Taking my first shot at the greenhead, I missed. Thinking I made the hit I switched to the hen and took her down with my tungsten matrix number 3 shell.
|My meal-Boudin Blanc Aux Truffles With Yukon Gold Puree And Roasted Apples|
|Dad's dinner-Pasta Bolognese|
Afterwards we tried our luck at some pass shooting but no birds came within range. It was time for dinner, the best of this trip. Despite it's good food the restaurant was empty and we were the only patrons at least while we were eating.
|Unforgiving Landscape of the American West|
|Another Bald Eagle Sighted. Given Our Location I Doubt It Was The Same Bird We Saw Yesterday|
Tomorrow is our last day and hopefully it's a good one.