We've been at it for 52 years (started when we were 10 & 12 y-o) - 38 of those have been 'together'. There have been better years measured by numbers, but in the grand scheme - they're all good.
I'm just thankful to still be able to go. There will come a time that I can't - but it's not here, yet. I feel for my friends like Laduck and Crow (and others). I'm sure they will continue to inspire others.
I still enjoy the anticipation with the first morning glow and sounds of wings overhead in the dark. So does my wife - and BJ. As long as one of us still gets excited about hunting (regardless of prospect or how you assess the 'results'), I will feed off their excitement and contribute my part of the team effort. I might get to shoot - might not. Just let me break a duck down and get him eyeball to eyeball.
As slow as it is - it's all still worth whatever you go through to get there when one mallard likes your set-up and works to one well-timed greeting with a call that is half your age and still reliable.
It also helps to have
both ESP's working on the chance you hear a lone drake......you can tell where he is. You know, you have to clean those things out every now and then.
Didn't go today - I know someone more intense and hopeful than I will likely be in one of my favorite spots and will leave all their crap behind for me to deal with next time out. They just don't get it.
But the negativity is diminished when 5% of the ducks the 'team' takes home in this 'slow year' is banded and it comes at the lowest point. It's been 7 years for me and 6 for her since the last one. She was well overdue and I'm glad we can still share those moments together.
Amazing how the rewards (however few, at times) keep you interested and hopeful.
And dogs just don't live long enough do they.
The gumbo is 'done'.....'gotta go scout now, and gather some cane to brush the boat with tomorrow. Damn, it's gonna be cold. At least it's not raining right now.
Life is short - relish the muck. Shoot straight - make it count.