We knew it was Saturday, when we awoke to the thunder of over a dozen shotguns in the distance. Like the guy scouting had told us earlier, duck season was starting and hundreds of guys would be out there. We were out of the state land and into private property, so we didn't run into any hunters.
The day was windy and a little wet, but we powered through the twenty-eight miles. The river serpentined back and forth; giving us the chance to rest an equal time with fighting headwinds.
Just before dark we landed at Ms. Keto campsite.
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