The familiar sound of whistling wings sounded overhead in the predawn darkness. Followed by a series of “splooshes,” that hinted at the soul-stirring action to come as a swollen, orange sun peeked over the horizon. A […]
As a swollen sun peeked over the horizon, a familiar whistle tickled my eardrums. Seconds later, a flock of blue-winged teal buzzed our boat at breakneck speed. It was a sight my hunting partner and I […]