By Will Maines
I KNOW THERE are still 87 days until the opening day of North Dakota duck season, but that doesn’t mean I have to wait 87 days to go to bed dreaming about it.
Duck season, in case you haven’t figured it out, is to my way of thinking Christmas, Easter, Fourth of July, my birthday and every other holiday of the year rolled into one.
As a matter of fact, I could miss any one or all of those other holidays without so much as a tear dribbling down my cheek, but take away duck season opener and you might as well take me out behind the barn and shoot me.
It has been thus even before I took part in my very first opening