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Duck hunting
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
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
Skunked
This was not how I expected to start my duck season. Opening Morning: 5:30 am My eyes where on fire. My nose dripped. The overwhelming stench of skunk assaulted my senses. Chad leaned on the tailgate in the dark driveway. His new pup, Jax, was the perpetrator. Camo vest, face and fur saturated in skunk … Continue reading
Duck Hunting Video: 2011 Season Highlights
The 2011 duck season was one of the best. The crew and I put down more birds in Michigan than ever before. Dusty and I had a great week in North Dakota. Zeus, at 9 years old, is still kicking ass. And we added Tugboat who has what it takes to be the next great … Continue reading
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: The Keys
He shuffled his feet through the grass. Like he was searching for something. His jacket and hat in a heap. Head down. Shoulders slumped. Zeus and I walked up but Dusty wouldn’t look at us. I didn’t want to ask the question. Because I didn’t want to hear the answer. “Dusty…what are you looking for?” … Continue reading
NoDak 2011: A Suicide Mission and a Dead Battery
The walk back was brutal. A long mile through sticky mud and knee-deep water. The sun disappeared in an instant. Zeus shivered while he walked. I pushed on. Sweat dripping. F-bomb dropping. Trying to step in Dusty’s footprints before the mud swallowed up any evidence that we were dumb enough to test this huge pothole. … 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
Wood Ducks, Geese and Flooded Corn
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
IT’S BACK
It looked like a hurricane. Every wind gust knocked leaves to the lawn. Some still attached to branches. Sheets of rain pelted the roof and made ponds in the back yard. I pulled on an old pair of waders and a camo rain coat. Zeus sat whining at the door. My dad just rolled his … Continue reading
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