The Rain

The Rain

Someone once wrote that “rain is the oldest sound to reach the porches of man’s ear.” I like the sentence and I like the sentiment. And I like rain. I like to hunt in it, fish in it and just walk around in it. I like the sound of rain, the feel of it and the soft...
The Old Brown Mackinaw

The Old Brown Mackinaw

When the Old Duck Hunter’s Association, Inc., died, the hearts of many men fell to the ground. There was no one like Mister President. When the old-timers go there is no bringing them back, nor is there any hope of replacing them. They are gone, and there is a void,...
History from A Duck Blind

History from A Duck Blind

Nash Buckingham (1880-1971) was, in his day and still now, one of the most renowned and best-loved outdoor writers to ever ply the trade. The Limb Dodger was overdue. Concern mounted, and talk had already turned to possible causes of why the train had not bumped and...
Taking the Icy Plunge

Taking the Icy Plunge

Sometimes I have to take the icy plunge to retrieve Mike’s Ducks. BRRRRR! While Weimaraners like me are well known for finding, flushing and fetching upland birds, like pheasants and grouse (which I do when Mike finally connects and shoots one of those birds), I also...
Quack-Quack Candid Cameron

Quack-Quack Candid Cameron

I admit to being an optimist. I must be to hunt with Mike because I am always hoping he shoots the bird down when I flush it. Often his errant shot misses, but I keep hunting because I know he will get his bird sooner or later — or make that sometime, har har! My eyes...
Arnold Palmer of Duck Hunting Properties

Arnold Palmer of Duck Hunting Properties

SPONSORED CONTENT As commodity prices go, few have been tracking mallard dividends as closely as Steve Farris. After a stellar career as a Grammy-nominated guitarist and one of the cofounders of the ’80s band “Mr. Mister,” Farris has turned his creative energies and...
The Day the Duck Hunters Died

The Day the Duck Hunters Died

Nothing escaped the “winds of hell” and the deadly, suffocating snows that swept across the Upper Midwest on that fateful day in 1940.