Waterfowl

Hey there, fellow marsh wanderer. Can you feel it? That crisp edge sneaking into the morning air, the kind that makes your coffee steam a little extra and your old dog perk up at the sound of decoys rattling in the garage. Fall’s knocking, and with it comes the symphony of wings cutting the sky. … Read more

Hey there, fellow bird enthusiast—or maybe you’re a hunter gearing up for the season, or just someone who’s tired of squinting at specks in the sky over your local pond. I’ve been chasing ducks across wetlands from the marshes of Wisconsin to the foggy bays of the Pacific Northwest for over two decades now. Back … Read more

Hey there, fellow wingshooter. Picture this: It’s that crisp October dawn, the kind where your breath hangs in the air like a promise, and the first flock of mallards cups their wings over your decoys. Your heart races, the dog’s ears perk up, and for a split second, everything else fades away. That’s the magic … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp December morning, the kind where your breath hangs in the air like a tiny fog bank, and you’re bundled up on the edge of a half-frozen lake. The sun’s just peeking over the horizon, turning the ice into a glittering mess that could double as a disco floor. Then, out … Read more

Hey there, fellow nature lover. Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning, mist rising off a quiet marsh like smoke from a forgotten campfire. You’re bundled up in your favorite flannel, binoculars slung over your shoulder, and the air hums with the distant honk of something big heading south. That’s the magic of waterfowl season … Read more

Hey there, fellow waterfowler. Picture this: It’s dawn in a misty Louisiana marsh, the air thick with the hum of dragonflies and the distant call of a lone gadwall. You’re tucked into a layout boat, heart pounding as a flight of pintails cups their wings and drops into your decoys. That rush? It’s why we … Read more

Hey there, fellow nature lover. Picture this: It’s a crisp February morning in southern Utah, the kind where the sun peeks over red rock cliffs just enough to warm your cheeks, but the air still carries that fresh bite that makes you feel alive. You’re standing by a shimmering reservoir, binoculars in hand, when a … Read more

Hey there, fellow outdoor enthusiast. Picture this: It’s dawn on a crisp fall morning in the Mississippi Flyway, mist rising off a shallow marsh like steam from your first cup of coffee. You’re tucked into a makeshift blind of reeds and cattails, heart pounding as a V-formation of geese cuts the sky. That thrill—the one … Read more

Picture this: It’s early May, the kind of crisp morning where the dew clings to the reeds like tiny diamonds, and you’re hunkered down in a blind with binoculars pressed to your eyes. That’s how I spent my first real dive into waterfowl world back in 2012, tagging along with a Minnesota DNR crew on … Read more

Hey there, fellow outdoor enthusiast. If you’re anything like me, the first crisp chill in the air hits you like an old friend’s handshake—reminding you that fall’s just around the corner, and with it, the symphony of wings cutting through the dawn sky. I’ve spent over two decades chasing ducks and geese across Texas’s marshes … Read more