Jason and I head out on a late season mallard hunt with three friends from British Columbia. I had spotted it a few days before when the snows, specs and ducks were all together. The bitter cold changed all that and moved the specs to warmer climates, the snows to one end of the massive field and the ducks on the other. It was drakes only on the hitlist this time and despite them dancing on the end of our barrels we still managed a few mistakes. It wasnt me Okay well maybe it was.