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So, after having the best week of the season last week (and one of the most fun weeks of duck hunting I've ever had), I was really looking forward to a classic closer. I got it.

Saturday morning I meet up with a buddy that has been wanting to go all year. He picks me up in his truck with his 4-wheeler in the back and we take off. We're headed down I-20 towards Vicksburg, just a few miles past Bolton, when the most go awful sound you've ever heard starts coming from his truck. We coast to a stop and realize that his transmission is gone. I have to call my girlfriend, wake her up, and get her to drive over in her truck to get us, load the 4-wheeler, and haul us back to Jackson. After getting everything taken care of, we had just enough time to get to his family's land to do a little consolation deer hunting. I had not planned to deer hunt and was not prepared to sit in a tripod in that rain and wind. My pants got wet, I got cold, and I saw nothing but a few turkeys.

Yesterday I was going solo and decided to go the lazy route and just do the draw at Howard Miller. I was the first on the standby list and was feeling pretty good. Just before they did the draw, I realized that there were 14 or 15 groups there and that the bubble boy, #13 on the list, was an older guy who was also going solo. I invited him to hunt with me, since I didn't want him to have to go home on the last day of the season. Unfortunately, it may have been better had we both just gone on home. We walked out with 4 shovelers. Everybody else was wearing the teal out and I just had to sit there and listen. The old man had a homemade blind he wanted to put up that stuck out like a sore thumb. Then he started walking, he couldn't sit still. It was just terrible.

Then, on my way home, telling my girlfriend about the morning, my car starts to hesitate. Before I can get off the road, it's dead. Blown engine. The car was living on borrowed time, so it's no big surprise that it finally bit the dust. But the humor of telling my girlfriend, "Go to where you picked us up yesterday and I'll be across the street," just wasn't enough to brighten my day. I ended up getting a friend with a trailer to take me over there to get it last night and after not sleeping much at all Saturday night and having no time for a nap Sunday afternoon, I finally got in bed last night about 11.

All in all it was a good season, but the closer couldn't have gone much worse. It's one for the ages and will, in some distant future, be good for a few laughs. For now though, anybody have a reliable truck they're looking to sell cheap?

Kill Total for the Weekend:
4 shovelers
1 Ford F-150
1 Honda Civic Hatchback

RIP Shake 'n Bake.

sorry about your hard luck, sounds like something that would happen to me

Ordek Avci wrote: I have to call my girlfriend, wake her up, and get her to drive over in her truck to get us, load the 4-wheeler, and haul us back to Jackson.

I think it's cool that your G/F has a truck!

Don't ask to borrow my vehicle.

Your g/f has a truck, but you hunt out of civic hatchback....that's funny! sounds like one my weekends, when one thing goes wrong it all goes wrong. haha...jk man, good little cars and good gas mileage. I told my wife I wanted to get rid of my truck and get a station wagon or something thats better on gas.

you better hang on to her....

I feel your pain. I didn't get away till 10;30 Friday night and soon thereafter my service engine light came on, which I ignored and made it to the delta. rain sat. convinced me to stay in. then had a scenic, but very cold boat ride from vicksburg to Port Gibson looking for ducks, to no particularly pleasing avail. Sunday had the pleasure of watching birds sail in another pond. The only pleasure being the other group didn't have a 'blind dog" and Sharkey got a 200 yard swim in before we left. Then scouted way back and found a mudhole; which made my truck shake violently at highway speeds, and we limped all the way home.

Word of wisdom - cool girlfriends who turn into wives either don't come rescue you, or if they do, will make you wish you had called someone else!

94 Z71 King cab with 178,000. Never wrecked and in Excerlent condition just no AC.

Man you have had the worst luck this year. I wanted to ask you to hunt with me when i saw you at mahanna last week but I already had a full plate with my kid and two other guest kids. Maybe Ill see you around the Duck Holes when I get back from overseas. Good luck for next year, Ill be back to hunt in the 2010-2011 season.

RockBottom wrote:Man you have had the worst luck this year. I wanted to ask you to hunt with me when i saw you at mahanna last week but I already had a full plate with my kid and two other guest kids. Maybe Ill see you around the Duck Holes when I get back from overseas. Good luck for next year, Ill be back to hunt in the 2010-2011 season.

Don't worry about it man. If I had known I'd get that lucky on the draw, I'd have invited you to hunt with me! I probably saw more ducks that day that I have ever seen in any day of my life. They were thick in there. Did y'all do any good?

Brother you ain't livin right.

I watched the older kids killed some pintails out in the middle of the unit. It was to deep for my 5 year old so I stayed with him on the levee, of course the birds would not come anywhere near the levee, but we had a good time anyway.