Had a group swim into the blocks from my buddy's side of the blind one morning, and it had been slow. He doesn't see them. I'm whispering, gesturing, pointing.. at one point they're at like 20yds and he still hasn't seen them. The birds are oblivious and there for the taking, but he's reluctant to move and doesn't want to stand up. I get down low and get over next to him, but not before they swim back. We go back and forth a bit, a little more animated but still whispering. I'm pointing going "They were right F'n there!" and he says something like "How am I supposed to see through this $#*! Who brushed this blind?" I broke the whispers with "You're a horrible duck hunter. I can't do this anymore." Had a good laugh. Same dude, different trip, different blind. It's an evening hunt. We had a decent shoot in the morning and had another lined up for the next, so we're just enjoying the daylight and ribbing each other. There's a group set up about 200yds to our right and a lone goose comes into the tiny little lake we're set up on. The other blind calls, but they suck. I call, but I'm laughing so hard I suck too. The goose hits the water out front, nowhere near either blind and looks perplexed. The whole scene is such a fuster-cluck it's comical. My buddy makes a remark. Me: "I got it closer to us than them. That's the best I can do."