October was so refreshing because it ushered in at least a sense of relative normalcy. Roy was able to join his wife for the better part of a month of quiet in Michigan's north woods (chasing grouse and NOT spraying flowering rush), and my family and the lease holders stayed gleefully occupied back home either chasing ducks or thinking about chasing ducks (my area of expertise, particularly since having children).
|My nephew Josh, who shot his first duck at Standing Rush six seasons ago now (somehow), is now a senior in high school -- and still a deadeye with a shotgun. Great kid; great sunset!|
|The thrill of a pass was never lost on these three, and what I love most is they spend as much time admiring a bird after the retrieve as they do when they're on the wing.|
|Woodies were plentiful, but the diversity was there.|
|My brother snuck away for a solo birthday hunt -- with his son solo in an adjacent blind; |
not a bad birthday bag, especially considering he didn't have a dog.
|I've said it before and I'll say it again: Sunrise and sunset on the marsh are spiritual experiences.|
These are memories none of us will forget.