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
Opening morning of Duck Season is the single most anticipated event of my year. I’ve hunted with the same core group of guys, at the same spot, since I was 13 years-old. Every year the walk through the aspen tickets, in total darkness, brings back a flurry of memories. Dropping teal and wood ducks with … Continue reading