While the rest of you were at that crappy movie, the Rodfather returned from India and within hours had bought his duck stamp and a box of number 3 steel shot. Jet-lagged and still talking about a holy man he met on his Himalayan adventure, Bill killed five greenheads with three shots. He's going to curry his. The migration is in full effect. If you like duck meat, you need to get out there. I'm ready to clean my guns and call an end to the season. It's been one to remember.