Hunt on the river

Last Saturday I went out with my father in law, Danny, for a hunt on the river. It was just for a couple hours in the afternoon and I wasn't sure what to expect. Usually late in the season is when it is the best, and I didn't know if we were late enough yet. We threw a couple decoys out in the river, and nothing was flying. I was teaching him about fantasy football when I look up and see about 15 mallards locked up! We were up above the river, and the ducks were probably only 15 yards when I first saw them. We each took a greenhead out of that flock, but we should've had several more. Shortly after that I shot a hen mallard. Then it slowed down for another hour. Then a lone goose was trying to land on the sewer ponds behind us. I kept calling at him and he finally came over and I hit him and Danny finished him. Definately an enjoyable hunt with Danny.