Last duck hunt with my Dad. He was ailing and I packed in and out all the decoys and stuff. The next year he did not make it out due to lung cancer. He got about 4 more years but there were no more duck hunts together. I still recall sitting around that pond with my two dogs, getting a few mallards, him drinking my coffee and feeding my lunch to the dogs with a great big grin on his face when I opened my lunch bag and everything was gone. Memories from 20+ years ago.
