Our friends all headed up north for Duck Weekend. Usually this is just the guys, but since I have actually shot and killed before and have shown that I am a "real" hunter, the guys made a special exception to let me come along. The other wives came also but stayed out of the duck blind. We had a lot of fun - especially Friday night. Which made getting up at 4:30 on Saturday really suck. But...such is hunting. Unfortunately we saw no ducks, despite the duck calls the guys were making (aka farts - lots of farts from all of the beer the night before). I had to borrow a coat and waders - they were Men's waders and I have pretty small feet - I think my foot only took up about 1/2 of the boot. At one point I managed to tip over on my back and couldn't get up - like a turtle. I didn't get wet so in the end it was pretty funny.