Grandson got this one this morning at eleven o'clock. We worked one right off the roost and he crossed a 250 yd. field heading right to us and when he reached 65 yds. turned right and gone in the woods. He acted like something about the decoys he just didn't like. I ask myself sometime why I keep doing this it kills my back and then I keep looking at the grandsons picture and I know why.....Because he loves it as much as I did when I was younger ! One more year of youth season after this one.
