or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…
It was 4 a.m. Time to get up, and my youngest son was on his feet instantly. Everything was ready by the door for Termite’s first Youth Waterfowl Day. The early morning was dark and chilly, still and quiet. As we loaded the boat, the gear made echoing sounds that bounced around on the camps across the…
or “How Termite Forgot Something Very Important” After listening to not one, not two, but about six duck calls being blown from daylight until after dark for about six months now by my hunter-in-training 12-year-old son, do you have ANY idea how annoying that can be? And there we were, having braved the fog, the…