Beautiful Bull Sprig. This was followed by my buddy finishing off just as we were going to pack up with a scotch double on Sprig, his first Sprig ever. Luckily, my 10 year old was along and had room in his bag.
Mature specklebelly with 20 minutes left in the season. I tripped over a submerged limb; 2 minutes later while watching the dog retrieve the goose ; submersing my gun and effectively closing my season.
Some how I always feel sorry for the last bird of the season, on the last day of the season. I held that drake, looked in his eyes, and said, "If you had kept your wits about you for just a few more hours, you would have lived to see another season."