Rutgers
Well-known member
Wow, seems like forever since I've posted smething. Long story short. There was a time not long ago, though it seems like forever that I couldnt think of anything but ducks. I lost count of how many hours I spent cruising the duck forums, and met lots of good friends. Opening day was marked on the calender, and I could always tell you what day the season ended. More than one job was quit for a trip or when the weather turned just right, and October and November found my truck constantly covered with mud and a boat in te back. During the off season, If I wasnt working I was carving or painting something. Then one day, and I cant relly point my finger as to what day that was, things began to change a little bit at a time. The stack of Wildfowl magazines went from beside the couch to storage. I passed on a hunt here and there and started to feel like dringing across the state wasnt worth a few bluebills, then the computer broke, and I didnt get another one for a while and started loosing track of friends. The shop started getting used less and less till it sat quiet with half completed decoys, and the urge to finish them just want there. Honestly, looking back, it pains me. Somehow the rest of everyday life got too busy, and I forgot what was important to me. I got married in September and we spend our honeymoon around Chesapeake bay. Seeing the spots I used to gun, and the guys I'd gun with got the wheels turning in my head, making me feel guilty for having almost lost something so dear to me. Fortunately I have a wife who is supportive my being a duck hunter and I'm feeling reborn. So, What did I miss?
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