When the Mercury Drops
Usually, when the temperatures fall below freezing, most people cannot wait to huddle by a nice fire.
It’s the time of the year to break out the hot chocolate, fuzzy blankets, and binge on Netflix shows. Even the family pets get in on the action – lazily laying by the fire as their owners give them tummy rubs.
It’s time for duck hunting.
Cold weather is to the Waterfowling world as ice is to Canadians and Hockey – you simply can’t do without it.
When the first cold front hits in Maryland – you’ll find us out there looking for the flights coming in. After a couple of long months chasing Whitetail deer, it’s a welcomed change of pace.
The days start off extremely early for waterfowlers and their four-legged friends. For me, coffee is brewed at 2:45 am, out the door by 3:30, and setting up at the hole by 4:30.
“Why in the world would you ever want to do anything at those ungodly hours?”
It’s the big question that befalls a duck hunter and is usually followed by a simple answer.
We love it.
We love the mixed smell of dark coffee, gunpowder, and muddy waters in the morning.
Our senses awaken to the sound of seasoned decoys clattering together as we wade through the cold darkness, the sight of the sun hitting the water for the first time, and the feeling of warmth when your wet dog huddles between your legs for a snack.
Once duck season comes along we find ourselves constantly yearning for the companionship of like-minded friends, forming everlasting bonds with our dogs, and steeping ourselves in a long tradition of Waterfowling.
You can rest assured that when the mercury drops and the ducks are flying – we’ll be there. Listening and waiting to meet them.