Thats nuthin Shawn, Dad and I pulled up to AN OPEN AREA just at daybreak one morning. There were already a couple of guys there standing by their truck with their waders on. As we pulled in one guy approached our truck and told us that they had gone to a draw area and had gotten turned away. They rushed over to this spot and had bumbled around in the dark for an hour. The guy said, and I quote "There ain't a drop of water on this place, guess we're going home." I could hardly hear him for the drone of screaming ducks in the background. We wished them better luck next time and told them that we were leaving too. I tried not to smile too much as we poared a cup of coffee and watched them drive off. A mere 150 yards accross a cut bean field, obscured from direct view by some tall Jap millitt lay 50 acres of fantastic moist soil that was holding about 5000 mallards. We waited a while, walked in with a bag of decoys and a call, and walked out 20 minutes later with 8 greenheads. Went back the next day and did it again. The funny thing is Dad and I had been denied at the same draw as those poor clowns, but we went and had a nice civilized breakfast while they was wandering around in the dark. Sumpin tells me they are still wandering around in the dark