Here is a Yelp review I wrote of the place: About 15 or 20 years ago I was relatively new to this forum, and relatively un-traveled in the realm of duck hunting. Some guy named "Big Daddy Gaddy" posted up that he had been drawn for the inaugural hunt at Eden Landing. It sounded like paradise, with a name like Eden it had to be heavenly. I pictured mallards floating in to flooded trees of forbidden fruit. I was the first, or perhaps only, response to Sir Gadwal's posted invitation. We met at Walmart in Manteca, eying each other's transportation with thinly veiled envy. His Corn Binder won out over my Mopar and we rumbled down 120 towards 205 at the speed of a frightened herd of wildebeest. We arrived safely at the fabled Gates of Eden, we were first in line! After waiting for what seemed like an eternity the gate keeper arrived and we were off. We loaded what seemed like enough gear for a rice blind into Gaddy's Stealth and headed out. We crossed at least one levee and he announced we had arrived. Decoys were placed and we settled into a blind that can best be described as a Pelican Bay guard tower reproduced in splintery redwood and placed in the middle of a lake. As it began to get light I was confused. There were no trees, tules, watergrass...in fact there was no vegetation to be seen. It appeared we had taken a wrong turn and were hunting Chernobyl. As shoot time came and went it was clear the mallards weren't going to show. My blind partner sensed my restlessness and suggested I take the boat and explore. Explore what?!?! Miles of wide open ponds as far as the eye could see, a desolate moonscape broken only by the occasional guard tower like shanty. I made my way to the levee and discovered a canal. For some unknown reason I decided this looked like a good spot. I was right!!! The bufflehead flight was out of control! After each shot I noticed Mike waving at me, I politely waved back and continued whacking the little black and white jet fighters. As I progressed towards my limit I noticed BDG was waving with both arms, and not necessarily all of his fingers, with an increasingly frantic demeanor. I began to sense that he was not merely waving, he was trying to get my attention. As I pulled the boat up to the guard tower my hunting partner politely informed me that he had no way of getting to my location since I had the boat. My bad. Soon we were both seated on the levee, pass shooting the finest fowl the South Bay has to offer. Limits were soon completed and we were just preparing to leave when, hark, what do we hear but honkers! Gaddy honked and clucked his little heart out and a brace of geese appeared over the levee. They swung by at 15 yards and we dropped three. The smell in the Scout was almost bearable with both windows down as we made our way back to Manteca. A fine hunt indeed.