The ‘18-’19 duck season has come to a close, and if yours was anything like mine, the close may be a relief as much as anything. To say this season was rough would be an understatement, but as every grisled waterfowler would be happy to point out, “that’s why they call it hunting, not killing!” As tempting as it would be to dump all my gear in a pile and crawl into my bed until early September, there’s still work to be done.
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