The 20-something college graduate student unnerved me from the start.
Along with two other natural-resources students, we were hunting one of the national wildlife refuges in California’s waterfowl-rich Central Valley. It was a pretty backwater marsh, and an even prettier morning, which started slowly for the hunters. But by 9 a.m., beneath a cobalt-blue sky and a persistent cool breeze, the refuge’s ducks started moving.
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