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The Small Rewards of a Life Spent Duck Hunting

If you consider yourself a duck hunter but have never looked to the skies from your blind and asked, "Just what in the hell am I doing here?" either you have no care for your financial or physical well-being, or you aren’t paying very close attention. We spend more money on guns, boats, decoys and other waterfowl accoutrements than any mother in-law would ever approve of, just to lather it all in December marsh slop. Our trucks are dented from sliding into obstacles backing down icy boat ramps, and their wiring is shot from the strain of trailer-light illumination. It’s too hot in teal season, too darn cold by the time the mallards arrive. The wind either blows too hard, not hard enough or in the wrong direction. Or it rains. Not just a sprinkle, but the kind of downpour in which no self-respecting duck would ever fly. Unfortunately for us, old Fred believes ducks fly in the rain, and if one member of the group wants to hunt, we all hunt.

November 17, 2010