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I’d Rather Be Duck Hunting

Damn it weather. You know I’m trapped here. With nothing but a hollow wooden door between me and that 1980’s microwave. Forced to overhear conversations of ROI and fiscal years and bitching about meetings. I’m crawling out of my skin under this drop ceiling. Stained tiles reporting to duty in a uniform grid. Dude it’s … Continue reading

NoDak 2011: Limit at Dawn

I didn’t know what to shoot first. I shouldered the gun two or three times only to lower it and grab my call. Dusty and Zeus were tracking a crippled pintail not even 50 yards behind me. The birds could see them and still wanted in. I threw down a feed chuckle rolled into a … Continue reading

The Hot Streak

I stepped out of the truck into the teeth of a 40 mph southwest wind. Camo was everywhere. Hundreds of hunters stood in line to try their luck at Harsen’s Island “duck bingo”. Out of 91 parties we were #89 on the list. We scrambled out of the parking lot to beat the crowds to … Continue reading

Duck Hunting on Mitchell’s Bay

Duck fever is setting in. Right on time. It was that first string of 90 degree days. I hate summer. Heat makes me miserable. I was sweating on my couch when I suddenly decided that I NEED a new pair of heavy-duty, 5mm, Neoprene, Camo Waders. But first, I need to fix the axle on … Continue reading

Game Time

They’re down by six. There’s :03 seconds left in the fourth quarter. Your team has the ball. That familiar nervous excitement wells up in your gut. They line up on the 45. Only a Hail Mary shot can win. The ball is snapped. The QB rolls left, he sets his feet….he launches the ball. The … Continue reading

Never Give Up On The Boy

It’s safe to say the signs of my addiction started at an early age. According to Thrubis legend the first word I uttered as a child was “bird”. My second was “dog”. My priorities have been definite ever since. While the other kids doodled cars and scrawled their names repeatedly in the margins of their … Continue reading

Duck Camp to Deer Camp

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

The One Legged Mojo

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

The $7 Goose

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

One Duck Makes All The Difference

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

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