I gotta new pet peeve about waterfowlin' and it goes like this;
I hate leaving at 3 a.m. Friday morning to make the 6 hour drive to my club to start a Fri, Sat, and Sun hunt weekend with my wife, approach the off ramp at my exit only 30 minutes (8:45am) from my club only to hear some unusual squealing/grinding sound upon application of my brakes which then turns to serious shudder, grinding, and whining just as I come to a complete stop only to have my front end nearly shake off and my front right tire blow up!
I hate it even more that as I get out to inspect the damage in the 25 mph wind it starts downpouring forcing me into my rainsuit which then allows me to realize that my front brake caliper has COME OFF and has ground completely through the alloy wheel and destroyed it.
I really hate ratchet strapping my caliper to my torsion bar and putting on my spare tire to crawl to the nearest podunk town 3 miles down the road with only my emergency brake to stop only to find that no 14mm x 35mm bolt exists ANYWHERE within 45 miles of my position and having to wait 5.5 hours sitting on the curb doing nothing but watching the first good weather day we've had this season turn to blue skies in said podunk town while the parts runner from a shop makes his delivery run and picks up said bolts from dealer.
I hate it when I finally make it safely to the club about 15 minutes from the end of shooting time to watch duck after duck pour into my spread to feed on my rice all night only to fly off hours before shoot time this morning literally leaving the skies completely barren of ANY ducks!
I hate cutting the trip short because of bluebird skies and driving 6 hours home the next day to arrive home and find 9000 emails in my inbox notifying me that you kooks have been posting up in here since I left and I should have just stayed here to share in the conversation!
