This morning Jim and I were standing on the edge of Christy's Creek at the Bodcau WMA. It was 6:30 and I was standing the decked out in my She waders with my Browning A5 in hand waiting on 30 minutes before sunrise for the firt wood duck to fly by. The anticipation of what the morning will bring always get my heart beating fast. In case you are wondering why I have a creek name after me is because I was baptized in this creek. One morning last year I went  peroe hunting in this creek for the first time when a duck came over I shot to high and the back end of the boat took on water and I went to swimming. I was dog paddling in waders to the closest thing that I could stand up on. It was definitely a moment that I will never forget it was 32 that morning. BURRRR!! I lost everything in the boat that did not float including the Verona that I was holding. It is so peaceful out there. I love it.