Duck Hunting

I could call this "Duck Hunting Part XXII" or something because Scott goes duck hunting a lot.  This is the first time I went though.  It's not that I don't want to spend this time with him and the dogs.  I just usually have several things to accomplish on the weekends.  It's hard to justify sitting in the woods all day, when it'll end up stressing me out in the long run.  The best part about being outdoors, I maintain, is going back indoors. Thankfully, he doesn't usually go hunting all day.  Ducks only "fly" at sunrise and sunset.  So he'll either get up at 3am and be home by lunch or leave in the afternoon and be back late.  On this day, Scott had just come back from 30 days away, so I figured it'd be in my best interest to participate in the outing.  Plus, an ice cream stop was promised for the way home.

On the way to the Arkansas River, I introduced Scott to Serial.  

If you are not listening to this, I'm not sure what you're actually doing with your life.  We have so many theories about what is going on here.  I'm trying to get a new hashtag going:  #SketchyJay

Anyway, 2 hours later…

See, I was there. 

Chewing on sticks…

…and digging holes.

I have no pictures of the dogs from the front because they would not stop moving.  Also, 30 minutes into it, I was bored and almost fell asleep on my little stool.

The end.