Back in the day, I'd jump-shoot a pond like this. But years of hunting ducks have instilled an ethos in me that resists the easy shots. We opted to put out the decoys and see if we could call them back later. We ended up with just two widgeon and a bunch of busted opportunities. The problem with widgeon is that they're gullibale, incredibly beautiful, and fleeting. When you shoot a pair you are thrilled, then a bit sad becasue we're talking about about 8 ounces of meat. It crosses your mind that a live widgeon is worth far more than a dead one. But it was a great day, December 9th, the coldest week we've had in years. I hope some of the ducks stick around. Maybe we'll get a crack at the ones we let get away. Henry, it turns out, doesn't mind the ice and cold water. He sees the ducks and geese overhead and sort of glares.