Years ago a duck hunting buddy drove from Augusta, GA, to Lake Miccosukee, Florida for the start of duck season, a six hour drive each way, towing a boat load of decoys and boat blind. They drove all night and headed for the local breakfast diner for a quick breakfast as it was hours before legal shooting and they weren't far from the lake. “Honey, y’all want coffee?” said the waitress. Neil was happy that no one was there and it appeared to him that they beat everyone to breakfast as the diner was duck hunting central. “Where’s everyone? I thought this place would be full of duck hunters.” Neil told the waitress. “Sugar, duck season is next Saturday, not today.”
