by: Submitted by members of the Christina Hunt Club
- Updated: November 8, 2013 - 1:45 AM
Beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Long-term friends and business associates. Sounds of whistling wings overhead in the dark, as you await the opening time. Never-ending debates over the setting of decoys or the calling of ducks. Distant sounds of geese heading your way. The surprise of close-flying birds buzzing through your decoys before you can react. A blazing fire after hours in the cold winds of late October. Fathers and children sharing the experience of the great outdoors. The look of young hunters after shooting their first birds on the fly. Dogs at constant attention, shivering not from the cold but from their excitement. The sight of high-flying migrants tumbling into your lake. The excitement when shallow-lake restoration efforts undertaken by a coalition of state officials, advocates of duck hunting and dedicated hunters prove successful. Boisterous story-telling and card playing after a home-cooked meal. The hopes of a weather front that might push birds your way. Perpetual discussions of where the birds are and at what point we are in the migration. The glow of a successful hunt that would signal the continuation of waterfowling for future generations. The simple enjoyment of the great outdoors and our wonderous natural resources. These are the foundations of our hunt club, as surely as for every other.