On Christmas Eve I ran down to the James River with the Gar Hole crew. The King brothers and I hunted one hole and Scotty, Martin, and Will ran further up river. At first light we had two mallards work the spread but it was super dark and as soon as they dropped below the horizon we lost them. About 20 min later we had two black ducks that only gave us one pass before they sucked into our laps. One of them literally landed at my feet and unfortunately almost got ripped in half. Should have waited on the shot a bit longer. While Stu was in the boat picking up our ducks another black duck showed up, and to Carrington and I's surprise got in the elevator and dropped right in. We had one more green head do it just right before things shut down, and Chester had an impressive retrieve in fast water. The river was charging and we all thought it was going to be super slow so we were pumped about our morning. The group upriver ended up having a good morning too.
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