The day started at an agonizingly slow pace.
The morning’s cobalt blue sky with faint brushstrokes of white was beautiful, but the absence of wind – and this being the South Dakota prairie, where sustained gales are as common as breathing – was perplexing, to say nothing of disappointing. The two dozen decoys in the shallow marsh didn’t move a fake muscle.
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