Al Hansen
Well-known member
Yes, I have had this disease ever since I figured out a way to get my first shotgun and then formulated a plan to have three wonderful duck hunters help me persuade my parents that duck hunting was a very good sport for me to be involved in. It began when I was 12 years old and then about 1 year later, in October of 1954, I shot my first duck which just happened to be a bluewing teal.
I am still afflicted with this wonderful disease of waterfowling and hope to continue it as long as I can.
This is what I am dreaming of now.
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It seems that I am trying to fast forward the next two months. For me, there is nothing in this world to compare with the chance to sit in a duck blind with a retriever at my side. To once again be able to watch the world wake up and take a deep breath of fresh invigorating air with familiar odors that are only generated by a marsh or slough. I yearn for that opportunity to witness all those magical moments that satisfies my duck hunting heart. Some of them would be; listening to whistling wings but yet too dark to see them, watching the last stars fade away, maybe hearing a family of coyotes howling just before the opener and then by chance just happening to glance at my pup sitting their so stoically until that instant that his radar kicks in for the first time with some "incoming" ducks. Thus the season will begin for both of us---
Al
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I am still afflicted with this wonderful disease of waterfowling and hope to continue it as long as I can.
This is what I am dreaming of now.
It seems that I am trying to fast forward the next two months. For me, there is nothing in this world to compare with the chance to sit in a duck blind with a retriever at my side. To once again be able to watch the world wake up and take a deep breath of fresh invigorating air with familiar odors that are only generated by a marsh or slough. I yearn for that opportunity to witness all those magical moments that satisfies my duck hunting heart. Some of them would be; listening to whistling wings but yet too dark to see them, watching the last stars fade away, maybe hearing a family of coyotes howling just before the opener and then by chance just happening to glance at my pup sitting their so stoically until that instant that his radar kicks in for the first time with some "incoming" ducks. Thus the season will begin for both of us---
Al