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Pete from HuntDucksHookFish.com

Pete from HuntDucksHookFish.com has written 120 posts for Hunt Ducks Hook Fish

The 100th Post

Everything was thick as molasses. The woods. The water. The air. Each breath like sucking a quilt into my lungs. The pathetic breeze couldn’t even move the cottonwood seeds floating on the lake. I was swallowed-up in a late-August afternoon. But it was only early June. Sweat dripped into my eyes. I pulled the flick-n-shimy … Continue reading

Slow-n-Low

Dead calm still. Oak leaves rested motionless. Pines, lacking their signature sway, stood like toothpicks in fully baked cornbread. I fumbled through the dark for a coffee can and filter. It was almost light enough to see the lake. Local on the 8’s predicted perfection. 70 degrees. A slight breeze. Coffee’s done. Shoes on. Carrying … Continue reading

Happy Birthday Zeus

When I can’t find the words, my brother finds them for me. This Facebook post captures the essence of the past ten years spent with one of the best hunting buddies I could ever ask for. Zeus might appear as nothing more than an average black lab with a reckless tail which destroys wine glasses … Continue reading

Seven Pound Bass: The Sequel

It felt like a big Northern Pike. A subtle bite with nothing but a small boil on the surface. Then deadweight on the line. No drag-screaming runs. Just steady pressure like reeling in a log. Only an occasional thumping head-shake. Then nothing. Back to being a log. With an attitude. When she was close enough … Continue reading

Installing New Boat Seats

My brother backed through the doorway. He tried to hide the big white boxes but I knew right away what he was carrying. Two big, beautiful, camo, high-back boat seats from Bass Pro Shops. An awesome birthday present. Now I just had to figure out what to do with them. My Lowe 1648 “Big Jon” … Continue reading

Back to Basics

A bucket of bait. Two split shots. A hook. A bobber. It’s 1985. I lay awake in bed waiting for the sun to rise. The anticipation is killing me. I sneak out of my room and into the darkness. I’ll be the first of my friends to the dock today. My gear is tried and … Continue reading

Cover that Duck Blind

It only took a few hunts to realize that I needed to ditch the imitation “fast grass” mats that I bought with my duck boat. They never matched the vegetation in the marsh. I wasted hours before and after each hunt covering them with a canvas tarp to trailer down the highway. And they held … Continue reading

The Derby

It’s Sunday morning. Just before dawn. I can still taste the blackberry brandy. The sweetness is gone. Replaced by a hangover. A few deep breaths of icy air settles my stomach for a few minutes. Branden ran back to the house to get the spud. I stand alone on the ice enjoying the silence. Listening … Continue reading

A Saturday in February

I stepped out of the shanty. The sun stung my eyes like walking out of a bar in the middle of the day. Uncle Pete was back at the house. He hadn’t been gone for longer than ten minutes. I squinted in the direction of my tip-ups. Flags down. My ears rang in the silence … Continue reading

Geese on Ice

I slapped the doors open and sat up. The vivid January sunset set the sky on fire with a warm pinky-purple glow. We had geese to retrieve. 40+ decoys to pack away. I didn’t want to move. I just sat there. Soaking up the moment. It shouldn’t have worked. Dusty called me the night before. … Continue reading

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