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
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
Saturday. Oct. 8th, 2011 Nick was running late. Not surprising. I called him just hours before to make final plans for the south zone waterfowl opener. It was 8 pm and he was on his way to the bar with some buddies. That leaves me, dad, my brother and Zeus waiting in a dark parking … Continue reading
He’s at least a foot taller since I last saw him. Reclined in the passenger seat. Camo from head to toe. Passed out cold. My brother and I greeted Karin before she woke him up with a motherly tone. He was up by the time I walked out of 7-11 with essentials for the hunt. … Continue reading
It’s getting dark at 5:15. All the leaves are down. Hell, Thanksgiving is already a week away. The 2010 duck season is getting down to the wire. Pretty soon we’ll be breaking ice to set the decoys and thawing out the retriever in front of a propane heater in our blinds. Zeus and I headed … Continue reading
A succesful duck hunt requires balance. I see it like a side-by-side shotgun. One barrel is loaded with everything that can go right. The weather cooperates, the gear operates and the birds work right into the decoys. The other barrel is packed with everything that can go wrong. No wind, no birds and tires that won’t stay … Continue reading
Frost on the windshield of my truck makes me giddy. It means those first few rushes of cold Canadian air are making their way south. In my mind, I see gloomy storm fronts pushing hundreds of ducks right into my decoys. It’s the stuff duck hunters’ dreams are made of. Excited at the idea of breaking out of my … Continue reading
Duck hunting is all about those few perfect seconds. You can close your eyes and re-live those times when birds suddenly appear and enjoy that excitement when you realize they’re coming in. You always remember when a few notes on the call make them spin and set on the decoys with wings locked and feet down. You can’t forget everytime … Continue reading
Hunting early season waterfowl is tough. Local birds are quick to detect changes on their home turf making good blinds an immediate priority. The urge to migrate is softened by warm weather and plenty of food making the birds less likely to work to a call. And if you’re at all like me, your skills … Continue reading
My duck season is officially off to a rough start. After a lousy opening morning in the middle zone, I was pumped to get a second chance in Lake St. Clair. But (and I don’t really need to be reminded) duck hunting doesn’t always happen like I plan. Regardless, my alarm rang at 1:45 am … Continue reading