Here I sit re reading thu the past posts, thinking what all of this was like the passion I have and the love I have for the sport, there are things I feel could be diffrent . But the memories we share.... the thoughts brings me to tears, this passion I have for duck hunting is like being in a painting, its the luster the love the feeling of being alive , as I write this I feel a tear, this to me my friends is everything . To describe being in the woods with ducks decinding the sun rising , its everything a man loves and I ask myself where are the woman to enjoy such love ?Shouldn`t they be included? Is ther such a women?On a diffrent note charish the love and feel the need to respect out great nation, clean after yourself and leave the woods as you came to see it so the next person can experance it as you did !
God love , and pick up your shells!
Arkansas is the Natural state!
Pick up your shells!