BratsNMustard

Saturday morning had me sitting in the brush along the shore of little lake in Southern Michigan with my trusty Ithaca Model 66 single shot 12 gauge and my buddy Mike by my side. We were waiting for the sun to rise and the ducks to fly on my first hunt of the season. The wind was just a breeze out of the west over our right shoulder as the sun began to make its’ way over the shoreline to our left. As we listened to geese on a distant lake begin to chatter, the first wood duck of the day sped by ...