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Saturday morning, I cooked breakfast with Hugh while Bradley went out to shoot ducks. We packed camp and headed down river. We jumped some ducks as we paddled and killed four. We paddled about 9 miles Saturday and constantly had to stand on fallen trees and pull the boats over to cross. Saturday night was supposed to be dry but cold, 21 degrees not including wind chill. We set camp by a beaver dam and used his wood for our fires. We ate our ducks and sat by the fire in the night.
We woke Sunday, and started the fire before packing. On the way out that morning, ice was frozen on everything. Water splashed on the canoe and froze immediately.
All and all it was a fun trip. It's the tough trips that make a good story.
We pulled out at the #9 old bridge between Dillon and Lake View
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