really that enjoyable

[I make oil]

The sun peeking up from the horizon. Birds winging in the distance. The sweet smell of the marsh grass wet from the dew mixed with wet dog. The time spent with friends and family. Duck hunting is much, much more than shooting. I never feel more insignificant or closer to God than a morning in the duck blind or in a boat fishing open water at dawn.

[jopete]

i remember one day the weather was so bad nobody wanted to go with me, so i went by myself.

i'm not a bad shot, but it took me over a box of shells to get my birds it was so windy.
the kicker of the day was a 11 year old slopehead from Manitoba. band was so woreout it was barely readable and about to fall off.

now i hardly ever shoot more than one or two, it's about watching the birds and trying to get them to work. if i can get them to land sometimes i just let them go.

gonna miss them camp suppers too. lots of good times.

a couple years of 3/30 wouldn't hurt my feelings a bit.