She turned me into a newt! A newt? Well, it got better.

Ah, so reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. What? Yes, I died for awhile yesterday but I've been reborn and am ready and willing to get back out there. I went hunting for ducks again (only four days left!) and bagged two. One Ruddy and, finally, one hen Shoveler. That's right, a Shoveler! Revenge is sweet. Following that Ghost and I decided to go shoot some quail, although I suspect he just wanted to run around like a jackass, which he did. The weirdest thing happened: midway through our wanderings I got incredibly nauseous and felt weak and basically collapsed. I sat for a minute, had some water, and tried to get up. We walked about a hundred yards and the same thing happened. I passed out for about half an hour and when I awoke Ghost was running in circles chasing finches. I realized I was either sick or hungry but definitely fucked as we were several miles from the car. Off we go and not ten minutes later I threw up and had to shit. Good times out in the bush. By the time we got back to the car I was more than a little concerned and my stomach was in knots. I tried to eat a PB&J and that bounced right out immediately. Not good, especially with an hour long drive ahead of me. I made it home but not before stopping several times to shit and I stopped a couple of times because the pain in my gut was making it hard for me to see. As luck would have it, I got home and passed out and Melah showed up with Gatorade and chicken broth. Lifesaver!

I feel completely better this morning but I think I'll take it slow anyway. What a weird way to end a hunting trip. Anyway, the ducks are going into a pasta dish, either ravioli or served on top of a bed of something. I love ravioli so...

Peace out, bitches!