Late-arriving canvasbacks make this a hunt to remember
Chuck and I sat listlessly, perched on 5-gallon buckets while guarding a little pothole off the big water where ducks like to settle in for the night. We had tried fishing – unsuccessfully – earlier that afternoon, and so far, the duck hunting wasn’t any better.
It was the first week of November, but it had been a mild fall.
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