Any time I think I've got fowl or fowl weather figured out, turns out I don't. One year, I watched most of our decoys go thru L&D 16, encased in ice flows, on the second weekend of the season. Ducks came a few weeks later, as most of us poor folks on the pool were trying to cabbage on to enough decoys to have a little spread. A couple of years later, I was hunting the last day of the season in a T-shirt. Murphy says, "Whatever can go wrong, will." Duck hunter, by now, should realize that Murphy was an optimist.