Sept 1st is always bittersweet for me. Today would have been my dads 76th opening day of duck/ early goose season (he would have been 88 and started hunting when he was 12 but passed away in 2009), but my uncle (my dads brother) is 86 and today was his 74th consecutive opening day of hunting season. He originally didn't want to go as there weren't many geese around but we set decoys on a long shot in a field and made him keep his streak alive.
I like to think my dad made a few geese make a mistake and came into our decoys. We ended up with 5.
My dad lived and breathed waterfowl hunting. He chased them from Michigan, Ohio, Ontario, all the way to Texas during Christmas. He even was Midwest recognized wooden decoy carver.
I like to think my dad made a few geese make a mistake and came into our decoys. We ended up with 5.
My dad lived and breathed waterfowl hunting. He chased them from Michigan, Ohio, Ontario, all the way to Texas during Christmas. He even was Midwest recognized wooden decoy carver.
