|A new fire has been kindled|
By Will Maines
You strike a match, touch it carefully to neatly arranged tinder and soon you have a fire to last the ages.
Put together a bundle of cattails, a half-dozen decoys, a cool autumn morning, add a touch of 12-year-old mixed with a 20-gauge shotgun, and before you know it you have a duck hunter fever burning in the breast of a boy.
Long before I reached the age of 12, I knew that more than anything in the world, I wanted to be a duck hunter. From the first time I brushed toddler fingers over the breast feathers of a mallard
|Tuesday, September 20, 2011 10:46 AM|