Well, it's actually not 73 years. Subtract 3years of WW II but wait, I did fire a carbine at a duck flying off the end of our runway in Yangkai, China 1945. Checking my "to do list" prior to heading for my son's cabin for the Northern Wis duck opening, I just realized how long it has been. How the years have flown by. My dad had me hunting the Mississippi as a tenager. At age 15 we both survived the 1940 Armistice Day storm on the Mississippi out of LaCrosse. The only two able to get out in our area South of Goose Island that day. Shot gun shells then were made of paper, all duck boats, for the most part were made of marine plywood, our clothes were cotton and wool, our hip boots were black: fiber glass, plastics were yet to be born. Our duck boxes were made of wood covered with painted canvas (I still have mine). We did have thermos but not as good as todays. We always had a one burner stove where every hunter would add something to the stew we cooked in the blind. My son whom I will join this weekend shot his first duck at Bloody Lake just west of Monroe back in the late 50's has continued the tradition with his son joining us when he could. Bye the way, Bloody Lake, was named after an Indian battle between several small tribes. To this day a rendezvous is held there yearly. I'd better get back to my "to do" list. My son and I will duck hunt in the morning and bow hunt deer in the late afternoon so the packing breaks down into two separate packs.
So enough of this "remembering"---although it will be the 73rd year of opening duck season for me, the thrill of that rising sun on that day never is diminished. Thanks for staying this long and happy hunting to all those going out this weekend.
wis boz
So enough of this "remembering"---although it will be the 73rd year of opening duck season for me, the thrill of that rising sun on that day never is diminished. Thanks for staying this long and happy hunting to all those going out this weekend.
wis boz