|The ducks, the land, the hunter|
By Will Maines
LAST WEEK was a time for water. I waded through water — not to mention a lot of muck and mire — floated on water and, believe it or not, walked on water.
The wading and the floating were confined to seven joyous days of duck and goose hunting in North Dakota where ponds and sloughs number in the thousands.
The walking on water part might be stretching things a bit, but in a way I did, and I did it all the way across the mighty Mississippi River.On the way back from North Dakota it was decided by my passenger
|Tuesday, October 08, 2013 1:53 PM|