Pete from

Pete from has written 120 posts for Hunt Ducks Hook Fish

Aren’t My Own

Obsession is kin to true love. If you let your mind wander where does it go? A prairie pothole in North Dakota. A north wind in my face at sunset. A river in Montana. Dry flies bobbing in the riffle over browns and cutties. A humid August night in northern Michigan. Bass exploding through the … Continue reading

Perfect Ice

Moments stuck to that feel good part of my brain. Imprinted by nature. Energized by the experience. Visions that reappear and make my spine tingle while I stood at the dock to launch the boat for the first bass fishing trips of the season. It’s months later and I still can’t help but smile. The … Continue reading

Feathers. Fishing. And 75 lbs.

Damn. It’s been awhile. I took a hiatus from the blog to dedicate my time to losing weight. It’s ironic because writing and the outdoors motivated me to make serious changes in my life. Yet writing about the outdoors has fallen off my time-pressed list of things to do. Last September I drafted three simple … Continue reading

Outdoor Soundtrack

My sister played softball. My brother played football. I played the cello. Music has always been there. Longer than I can even remember hunting and fishing. Or maybe not. Maybe just as long as I can remember walking through the woods. And Kenny Rogers Greatest Hits. The Big Chill Soundtrack. Lionel Richie. White cassette tapes … Continue reading

First Ice of 2013

We left the morning after Christmas. Chased out of Detroit by the biggest snowstorm in years. The sparkling new King Ranch F-150 rumbled up I-75. I had never fished the Upper Peninsula before and the lure of fishable ice and walleyes the size of my arm were good reasons for a 6 hour truck ride. … Continue reading

Every Shot Has a Story

It was about the easiest shot I’ve seen. I knew he was close. Zeus’s tail was swinging in a circle and he was snorting like a pig. I walked up to the only pine tree in the tangled aspen thicket. The grouse elevated toward the canopy. The flush hardly even surprised me. First shot. Underneath … Continue reading

My Saturdays

I bet your Friday nights are spent having dinner with friends. Tipping back a few drinks? Maybe a movie with your sweetheart? I have 10 months a year for that shit. This is my duck season. My Friday nights are short. Spent loading the truck. Skipping dinner. Counting 18 shells and packing-up my waders. Charging … Continue reading

The GOD D*MN Bay

Moonlight casts the longest shadows. Two silhouettes. A man. And his dog. Me? Furious. Sweaty. Plodding down the street in 1,000 lb waders. The dog? Happy. Go-lucky. Pissing in flower beds. Trying to lighten the mood. We weren’t really lost. I’ve hunted the bay enough to know exactly where we were. That said. We weren’t … Continue reading

NoDak 2012

The darkness was viscous. It pooled like water only to evaporate in the high-beams of the Silverado. We sped down the dirt road. Everything rattled from shotshells stuffed in the door pockets to the lanyard of calls on the dash. The wind pounded the windows and only got stronger as night prepared to give way … Continue reading

A Traveling Decoy

He showed up in a box on my porch. Carefully packed in shredded paper. Michigan was the first stop on his tour before his final destination. eBay. Meet Range. He’s a traveling decoy. He’s traded between a few waterfowl hunters who share their stories through Twitter and blogs. The final result is a donation to … Continue reading


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