I love both ways. There's nothing better than the sunrise and decoying ducks, but when the "9:30 lull" comes in, I'm ready for a little walk to warm my feet. So I get out of the blind and slowly wade around the islands in the Upper Mississippi River marsh where I hunt. My feet get warmed up, I find some neat old decoys that have drifted across the river, and every once in a while as I go around a point, I jump something. More fun and excitement!
When there doesn't seem to be a duck within 300 miles, I have some other sure-fire ways to see some: answering the call of nature with waders down and no gun, picking up decoys when wading up to your belly button and no gun, and sitting with sandwich in one hand and coffee in the other, a pair will come zooming over the dekes and bust you - spilling coffee, gagging on the sandwich. Works every time.