Making Memories
Published: 08.18.2009 by: Tom Morrison
These dreary, dog days of summer are a test of a waterfowler's commitment to his game.
It's the sludge we have to pass through to make it to the other side. Soon, these days will give way to mornings of magic when wings and calls will fill our senses. The musty smell of our labs, Coot and Guts, seem more appealing than the sweetest of perfumes any woman can wear.
These are the days of fall, filled with geese and ducks, labs and buddies, shells and powder.
Dusting off boots, cleaning guns, tying anchors, spending money on decoys meant for mortgages and flipping through catalogues - the pages wet dreams are made of.
Could there be any better time of the year to a waterfowler? I think not!
When those cool September nights come alive with anticipation of the opening day tradition . . . we'll be there, back home in the fields and marshes where the quack-heads and cluckers make memories for next year . . . making history with our kids . . . making moments that'll never be seen again . . . memories to live for.