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NoDak 2011

The prairie sky slowly came alive. Pink fading to red bleeding into a purplish orange. My feet slowly going numb thanks to a bitter west wind filling my layout blind. It suddenly hit me. This was our last morning. Two years of scheming and planning. Months of saving. In this cornfield I silently thanked North Dakota for making it all worth it.

Shivering. Hunkered beneath handfuls of harvested corn shucks. I had yet to leave and I already missed it.

Over the next week or so I’ll attempt to relive the hunts that made another memorable trip. After the 18-hour drive home it honestly all seems like a blur.

I’d leave again tomorrow if I could.

Sunrise from a NoDak duck blind


One thought on “NoDak 2011

  1. Looking forward to the tales.

    Posted by fishingpoet | October 31, 2011, 12:19 am

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