For every door that closes, another opens. This guy closed my season, but the door to indoor plumbing and sleep past sunrise opened. This is the third public land bird called in with my homemade rivercane yelper in the last 12 days. Two shot, one clean miss. A swamp bird, and is as wet as a drowned rat. Came within 25 steps, with 3 gangsta’ jakes who were pleased to see him hit the deck, but maybe not as much as I.