My dad and I got up at 3am and traveled down to Nickajack Lake to hunt some diver ducks on Sunday. The air temperature was in the upper 20s, but with the windchill it was cold. Isabella got pretty cold and was too excited about retrieving all the ducks we were dropping. The day seemed like every other bad day of duck hunting we have done before but something was different. We got one at daylight and then moved early morning to find the ducks. Once we found them we moved in and let them come back to us. Slowy the dropped in all day. We ended up ten, two shy of a full limit. Eight ringnecks and two mallards.