MO Duck Hunt

I sit in front of my computer wondering where my brother is. We were supposed to leave an hour ago. Any of you had that problem. You get all excited and the driver is late! Not good for my compulsive nature. I am ready to rock and get there to feel the balmy 4 degree weather. We backed into a duck hunt with one of his friends. I say his friends because I haven't see him shoot. If he turns out to be Elmer Fudd, he is our friend. If he turns out to be a crackshot, he may have to stay Zack's friend. I'm kidding. I know him. Great guy. To be honest, I am not expecting him to be a crackshot. I just hope he can stay upright in the water. There is only one thing worse than getting cold when duck huting, and that's getting wet and cold. Scroll back through the blog and you can read a funny story about that. It is too painful to recall a second time. He is finally here. Gotta go!