So I'm sitting in my duckblind one fine fall morning without seeing a dang thing for several hours. Finally a couple land too far for my shotgun but they are slowly making their way into my decoys. When they are almost in range a pair of jetski's come flying into the bay and use my decoys as slalom gates. Of course the ducks are gone and I have to sit there while these FIBs from Chicago tear up the bay.
But I did have the last laugh. This was a large, shallow lake with a lot of muck on the bottom. They didn't realize this whole bay was 2 feet at the deepest. One of the machines got caught nose first in the muck and the rider went flying. He emerged covered in foul smelling crap, muddled his way to his machine and started screaming at his buddy to help him get it out. The buddy refused for fear of getting his stuck.
I hopped in my duck skiff, picked up my decoys and laughed while doing circles around the guy who was still stuck.
But I did have the last laugh. This was a large, shallow lake with a lot of muck on the bottom. They didn't realize this whole bay was 2 feet at the deepest. One of the machines got caught nose first in the muck and the rider went flying. He emerged covered in foul smelling crap, muddled his way to his machine and started screaming at his buddy to help him get it out. The buddy refused for fear of getting his stuck.
I hopped in my duck skiff, picked up my decoys and laughed while doing circles around the guy who was still stuck.