I am city born and raised, and didn't start trying to learn to hunt until I was in my late 20s. The first duck I finally managed to take was a beautiful drake black duck. It was on Thanksgiving day at daybreak on my beloved Great Marsh. I was with my brother that day (he asked me if he could come with me), and I took a pic with the camera using a timer. It's one of those shots where we look contentedly thrilled, and feeling that which can only be felt between brothers doing something they love together. Both my brother and I, as well as my folks, have a copy of that shot on their fridges at home. Anytime you'd ever consider coming this way to share a blind, let me know. You'd be most welcome, and I'd be honored to host. Take care.
