Saturday was opening day– an event I look forward to, every Fall. I train Porter throughout the Spring and Summer. I built a new blind, and brushed it in, last weekend.
Porter and I got to the blind around 5 AM; plenty of time to put out the decoys. As we approached the blind, a beaver slapped its tail, just off shore. Then it did it again, several times. An angry Beaver.
I got to the blind and got a shock. All the branches I had used to brush it in were gone! I looked around and found a pile of leaves at the shore and in the water. The Beaver had eaten my blind. A Beaver buffet.
Luckily, I had time to rebuild. It was a great morning . I carried on an extended conversation with some Mallards, but could not entice them over to our decoys.