“I go out with my trusty 12-gauge double-barrel, crawl around on my stomach. I track and move and decoy and play games and try to outsmart them. You know, you kind of play the wind. That’s hunting.”
22 posted on 09/06/2022 4:52:00 PM PDT by gundog
( It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. )