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
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
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
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