|A time and place for everything|
By Will Maines
There is a time and place for everything, and Saturday it was ordained that the time for this old duck hunter was midafternoon, and the place, a duck blind on Rice Lake.
It was gray and a bit gloomy when I loaded up the implements of the trade and wheeled the red truck northward from my house, shifting into second gear while tossing a cheerful, “See you later with a brace of ducks in each hand,” at the lady of the house, to which she murmured a less than enthusiastic response, “Yeah, sure, if you say so.”
Truth is, I knew the odds of returning with so much as a single duck were stacked heavily against me, but old duck hunters don’t think about something so piddling as the kill on a late October hunt
|Tuesday, November 01, 2011 2:51 PM|