Sorensen Oct. 28, 1979 Opening day proved to be a bend -- one of the best for some year back. Rained the night before, but at daylight the rain had stopped and a brisk SW breeze was blowing. The birds worked into the wind, intent on settling in the grassy shelter of the south end of our pond. Birds #4 (2d) and #5 (Klenis) had a fabulous shoot. Woody and I held down the main farm blind and had practically no shooting until 2d and Klenis went out, and we moved to the south blind. Had no trouble finishing our limits, all sprigs. There were only a handful of teal, wigeon, and shoveler, and not many mallards either. Just sprigs! We sat on the big tile at the SE corner and plucked our birds, watching the flight which continued long after we quit shooting. But about noon it started to rain, and continued intermittently until almost dark. The pleasant shooters went out but had scant action -- birds seem to hide out in wet grass. I took a nap instead, which showed good judgment. For dinner I made up a venison stew from a rump roast of my last year buck, carried this far in my freezer. It was excellent (the stew I mean). Rain stopped and sky started to clear by bed time.