06/20/2026
10/20/1980 I’ve heard the stories about this morning . My dad was at the office, Ken Lewis, Coval Gann, John Collet, and Bill Mason had a quick hunt at crescent lake. Huge flight day. Either Collet or Lewis finished up super quick and called my dad from the cabin. Said you better get your ass down here. It is the best it’s ever gonna be. Dad left the office. Those guys stayed in the blind. Apparently my dad couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. The peanut gallery jested jabbed my dad as it took 10 bunches of mallards for him to kill his four. He always said this is the best flight day he’d ever seen in Crescent Lake, wasn’t even a weather event just calendar mallards migrating.
That afternoon, I would’ve been 11 Ken Lewis picked me up after school and took his son Bill and me down to Crescent. As we walked to the blind, the lake was completely full wall-to-wall mallard ducks, blackened the sky it looked like Claypool reservoir.
Only about 20 minutes to hunt. With so much much excitement and adrenaline, I pulled up early shot into the first bunch of mallards that came back. I missed, and Bill got one. Ken Lewis chewed my ass out. “Why didn’t you let them come in close? Greg you screwed up the whole afternoon!”