We hunted Bull’s Bay yesterday morning. I poled the boat mostly and watched her shoot. She nailed the first one to flush, then went hit or miss on the next few until she figure out to let them get a little distance away before shooting. That first one took a few to many pellets from her 20 gauge Wingmaster.
She had a blast, literally, and wants to go again.
She ended up with 11, and missed as many. Had some flush behind us as we passed through some areas, and we just watched them fly off since I had told her not to take shots toward the back of the boat. Made one drift with the wind just before we needed to get out of the shallows, where I got to shoot a few as well.