My heart goes out to you folks in the north who have nothing to look forward to but ice fishing and ice carving. We wouldn't have these birds down here but for the weather you endure. Hats off to your indomitable spirits preventing your move to where we don't have to fish through a hole in the ice imagining that passes for a good time. Floyd, Jeff and I tried a new location to the south and we found some birds. 5 birds, 10 flushes. Floyd's glove signifies the bird that he lost when it fell out of his vest while shucking layers of clothing. My Brun-Latrige 16, Miss Brun, aka "Miss" and Jeff's 20 ga. Uggie. A nice couple of hours in the rivercane escorted by Pop and Sadie.