I tell ya, I like to talk ducks and geese more than the average man, but since last friday, my boy has worn me out! So this morning I took him along to watch. The birds haven't been getting in the field till after 9 so we pulled up at around 8, only to see the field already covered with geese and ducks. I spooked em up, set up and we waited. First couple groups wouldn't finish but after a little fine tuning we got it right. Had a group come barrel rolling in, one broke off right in front of the blind and that was it for him. Went out to retrieve the bird and the "pee bug" struck the lil one. Just as he got ready to let the stream fly, I hear a honk in the fog and look up to see the mother load coming in. Grab him and put him against the back of the layout. About 200 yards out they break into 3 groups. One group made no bones about it and landed about 40 yards out, I just let them be so he could enjoy the show. The other two groups circled several times honking like crazy and my boy was about to bust. Finally had one break off and took the shot at about 15 yards. Hated it that we had to bust the big group, but it was worth it getting to see the lil one watch em work their magic. He was hugging the blind out in the open the whole time and never flared all those eyes, but also got the see the show as up close and personal as possible. He's ecstatic still and is begging for me to put in a hunting DVD, so I guess the rest of the night will be spend listening to more honks and watching barrel rolls as well as quacks and belly out mallards from the couch, further dooming him to this world of waterfowling.