The mid-morning pothole had proved to be as every bit productive as the old man's newfound friend promised. The three men finished their hunt in just over an hour and a half, each of them carrying out limits of large, northern mallards, wigeon, and a few delicious teal. Back at Jim's place, the three of …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 8
The old man's truck bounced down the gravel drive leading to Jim's house. It was the quintessential Dakota farm home. It's white siding was stained a slight brown from the constant barrage of wind-blown dust. There were two rocking chairs that sat on the front porch, the kind of chairs that weren't just for show, …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 7
Back at the motel, the old man plucked his morning's haul and stored them away in the cooler. He took special care of two of the mallards, intending to give them to Jim when he saw him later today. He kept out one of the gadwall for his lunch. The bacon-filled, cast-iron pan popped and …
The Old Man and Jake Pt. 6
The morning hunt was a success. The sunrise had been spectacular and the birds worked to his beckoning call with ease. The old man left the slough carrying out 6 large ducks and even a bonus canada goose who got a little too close. Jake was happy too. With the truck loaded up again the old …
The Old Man and Jake PT. 5
The sleep came easy last night despite the shortcomings of his hotel bed. Jake’s dreams seemed to be filled with birds as he whimpered throughout the night. The old man found himself not dreadful of the alarm clock ringing at 4am, but instead, he was elated. He knew that the sunrise would bring a promise …
The Old Man and Jake- PT 4
It was a peaceful walk back to the truck that evening. The waning sun warmed the old man's skin as they zigzagged down the beaten path back to the parking lot. Even though the hunt was over, the old man's vest carrying three roosters, Jake continued to work a tight pattern out in front …
The Old Man and Jake- PT 2
The old man and Jake were back in the truck before sunrise the next morning. The scent of gas station coffee filled the cab of the truck. The headlights retraced the gravel roads to the public lands they had visited the day before. Parking in the grassy lot, the old man slid from his truck …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 1
The gravel pinged the side of the truck as it steered down the rock road. In the rear view, the old man could see the cloud of dust slowly billowing up behind his tires and drifting off the side of the road with the breeze. Out in front, he gazed upon miles and miles of …
And so it begins..
The trials and tribulations of a duck hunt.
Goals of the Season
With most of the seasons already here and the best of the seasons about to begin. It's probably about time I set some goals, or maybe let you in on them.
The Fall Experience 