Its about freaking time. I posted a while back about my "Eleanor" duck to harvest, which was a drake can. I have had lots of chances and/or mishaps, to the point it was getting very frustrating over the last 13 years. Well, Saturday I had some friends in town from Oklahoma and Nebraska swan hunting, and I tagged up with them for the last day of their trip. We busted a lot of ice, to a nice hole we found, and set up. It was a ton of work, and didn't pay much for our efforts, but one of my two duck for the day was this beauty. Sorry for the bad pics, it is just from a phone. I still haven't replaced my camera from the swim it took on the opener this year... The sun was in our face during the afternoon portion of the hunt, and he came in low and fast into the wind. He was just a face-on silhouette at that point, but as he slid the right side of the spread, and as the sun hit him over my right shoulder I saw his head and white back, and thought I had just had yet another missed opportunity. But then, the waterfowling gods smiled on my efforts for the day, and he made a sweeping loop over the ice, back downwind, and came in picture perfect into the hole in the decoys, where I had a clean shot from my bottom barrel at 10 yards, 3 feet off the water! Hopefully now that the curse is broken, my nerves can stay more settled for future chances. Nahhh, I doubt it, its still the King!