In the cold, in late January, it's a sunny day, but the sun isn't up. 5-6 dozen duck decoys in front of me, a southern wind, melting ice and a big enough water hole that decoys are swimming. Standing next to a tree in shin deep water.
I'm gonna kill ducks. But that scenario is special.
No pics, even though I have them. You have to imagine the chill, the sunrise, the two stroke fumes, the dog whining, the shotgun actions slamming shut.
Gives me chills thinking about it.
