Here is one of my close spots. About a half mile walk through a salt cedar choked flood plane gets you here.
You can see Otto in the cattails. I stand in the tall ones on the left.
Otto waiting for the wigeon to move.
Finally after all my years of AZ waterfowl in I shot a limit last Friday. 2 were species I had never seen and one I had never shot. First 2 ducks were shovelers checked them of my duck bucket list. Then a pintail hen came blasting in out of the stratossphere checked that on off the list. Got a single mallard hen for number. Then a big redhead flew by at about 50 yards I took one hail Mary nothing. Then a group of 5 redheads comes by and I shot the lead bird and the far one dropped too. A true double my first with ducks. So I needed one more for a limit. A big Drake sawbill came over the trees and he dropped with one shot. Otto got to him and he bolted. This led to a 45 minute duck search. Across the river on the bank into the reeds. Those dang sawbill are tough and they dive and seem to never come up. Otto did find a dead coot that smelled so bad I thought twice about taking it from him. We were headed about a quarter mile back upriver to the blind and Otto gets all bird and takes off. Sure enough it was the redhead I thought I missed floating down the river. It put me one over on redheads but filled the limit. The bird flew out of site so I didn't feel to bad about it. If it was a lake we would have never had it drift down from where ever it died.
I let this pintail get a little to close. My pattern was a little tight like about cylinder tight
