I’m at home (home being my parents’ home) this week again and did the two hour drive here in 5 degrees, 30 mph north winds, blowing snow, and a single open lane on the highway all the way down. No hill for a mountain man. But what do I see passing me on the highway? Two trucks pulling big jonnys loaded down with dekes, tarps, buckets, all the stuff an idiot duck hunter would need. They’d both obviously been hunting as it was prime heading home time for duck hunters, noon after a big greasy breakfast somewhere.
Dumbasses. Idiots. Crazy bastards. I was wondering which one’s idea it was. Prolly the one passing at 70 in the snow packed fast lane.
I sure do miss it. I can almost taste the shine in the coffee.
BKB