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...
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...
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.

My First Teal

My First Teal

“I had walked all day and was hungry and tired, but the joy of those few minutes made me as spry as when I stepped out into the field.”

Prepping for Waterfowl Season on the Water

Prepping for Waterfowl Season on the Water

Waterfowl hunters often forget they are boaters, too. Failing to keep safe boating in mind while hunting can lead to disastrous results. “A person in distress in the water can be a bad situation in summertime, but in cold weather, due to water temperatures, your...
Safety Tips for an Icy Waterfowl Season

Safety Tips for an Icy Waterfowl Season

With waterfowl hunting season in full swing, Colorado Parks and Wildlife is urging hunters to always handle guns safely and be careful in all situations. Waterfowl hunters who use watercraft must be especially careful. The tragic drowning of a young hunter in November...
A Chance of Frost

A Chance of Frost

Deep within his soul, he needed the marsh and its ducks, perhaps now more than ever. “Come duck hunting with me.” “What?” she asked as if she must have misheard him. “Come duck hunting with me.” Now Terri was no foreigner to hunting. She...