greenheadgrimreaper wrote:That time when the ducks have commited and for that few seconds everyone is frozen... waiting... watching the lead ducks twist in first. The only thing breaking the sound is the sound of moving air and waterfowl trying their best to light in the right spot. I remember that moment and how time literally stopped. No other hunting is like that, no other hunting in the world takes you to a crisp cold morning in a marsh and for that 5 or 6 seconds time transcends reality and you are watching with no other recollection of your surroundings except for that noise...
GHGR, That has to be one of the most vivid and well described posts I have ever read on this site. And 100% true. I could hear the duck coming down thru the trees while i read that.
I don't really know if there is one singular aspect of the hunt that I enjoy more than another. I would say the companionship, but as of late, i have enjoyed the solitary hunts as much as any. Then I think the dog, which is a big part of it for me, the calling, the sunrise, the whistling wings, and I can't pick one aspect. So I think GG hit the nail pretty squarely on the head. It is the sum of all things that makes it so enjoyable. If you take away or lessen any one part, it detracts from all others. The companionship, the memories, the dogs, the ducks, the sights, the sounds,,, they all come together to equal the thing we all live for each year, duck hunting.