A late December forecast for highs in the 70s almost coaxed Kenneth Mullins to turn off the alarm clock and go back to sleep rather than duck hunt.
“It was the last day of Arkansas duck season before the Christmas split. So, reluctantly, I got dressed and drove the two miles to the duck club,” Mullins
Given the expected warm conditions and a possibility of thunderstorms, Mullins chose to go it alone. “My blind was an open water hole on a two-mile wooded slough,” he recalled. “It had been productive earlier in the season.”
After setting out the decoys and seeing very few birds by 8 a.m., and with darkening skies and approaching thunder, Mullins decided to pick up and leave ahead of the storm. Before he could gather his gear however, he noticed five ducks flying directly toward him.
“I picked out the lead bird, which seemed unusually white, and as I shot, it folded.”
Upon retrieving it, he was…