This teal hunt isn't the most action-packed of my life. I've seen bluewings fall out of the sky like storm-driven leaves, 40 birds in a flock, a swarming, swirling mass, on hunts when you tell yourself, One bird, one bird, stay on one bird, but it's like picking a fly out of the air. This morning it's twos and threes and the occasional wad of a half dozen, but the birds that want in don't think twice. They cruise over the marsh with wing tips brushing the saw grass, then beeline for the decoys. It's the easiest teal shooting I've ever had, birds backpedaling 20 yards out and 2 feet off the water. Getting here was four-fifths of the battle.