I remember back in the early seventys, I would be sitting in a stand, waiting for daylight, I could hear ducks all in the bottom, ducks in the air chattering. A timber company was cutting timber on one of these tracts, and had the logging road rutted out bad, water standing in all the ruts. I'd slip just inside the woods, see hundreds sitting in those puddles. I remember, maybe SKFOOTER will help me, maybe 1976, everything in West Tn. froze solid, except the Hatchie river. Canadas where on the river by the hundreds. I was 16, put a 12 foot flat bottom, 5 horse montgomery ward motor in at hwy 100. To be legal, u could float, no motor running. Bottom out bad, 15 degrees, ice sheets bigger than the boat floating down the river. Only survived I figure cause God was watching over me. LOL. I approached that first bend below the bridge, and there was so many geese in the river, you could have walked across the river. They started getting up, and looked like planes they where so big. I just started shooting, never killed a goose. Every bend had geese, but they would get up, course Im not hid, or anything. when I started that big 5 hp up, the current was so strong, it just held me in place. I got inside the timber, and finally got back to the ramp. Yes, Herbs old clubhouse has long fell into the river there at that big bend at Armour field. The river finally cut thru that big point. A good friend has had Armour field leased for years, still does, but kill very few. Not even a hundred a season, way off of the days back in the eighties, ninetys. In 1999, we had the biggest fall flight index in years, it was unreal. As much as I have duck hunted in my life, and all the good days, the second opening day that yr, a major front came in that Fri. nite, with heavy rain. It stopped bout an hour before daylite. Temps falling like a rock, brutal air pouring in. We got in the blind before daylite, as I stood up in my hole before lite, all I could hear was chattering. At shooting time, barely lite enough to see, a group of at least 100 fell in. We didnt hit nothing. By the time we reloaded, happened again. Nonstop. We where so torn up, we could not hit anything. We shot every shell we had, 8 guys, ending with finally a limit at lunch. Had the largest group I have every seen try and work, at least 3-4 hundred. The next morning, not a duck. Gone. What a memory. I gotta take a break. Im getting to excited. LOL