Indiana Waterfowl Season Opening Day 2010
Duck Season Opens Saturday
in the northern zone of Indiana. That means that about a half an hour before sunrise, on duck marshes along the northern reaches of Indiana, there will be a whole lotta banging going on. People that love hunting duck will have been up since three o’clock, swilling coffee, and driving, hauling boats, motors, decoys, dogs, guns, shells, thermos’s full of coffee, every imaginable combination of camoflage clothing, duck calls, and who-knows-whatever-the-newest-new-fangled gadget is, just to bang away at some ducks, or geese.
It is a totally insane sport. It is not for old people. It is tremendously difficult, hard work. It is wet. It is cold. It is stinky. It is not for most people, as the best sport occurs when the weather is at its worst. One must get up early, endure nasty weather, spills into swamp water, dogs that eat your lunch, buddies that tease mercilessly when your marksmanship is less than perfect. It is expensive. There are at least a million, confusing rules. The duck seem to get smarter every year.
So why do people do this? Camaraderie. Sunrise in the marsh. The quiet whistling of wings overhead. The beauty of the creatures of the marsh. And, on occasion, things actually do occur as planned. The ducks respond to your call. They actually come to your decoy spread. They set their wings, and approach the decoys from downwind, they get within shooting range, and they fall dead when you shoot. And the dog makes a tremendous retrieve, and drops the retrieved bird in your hand. Everything works as planned. Afterwards, you enjoy a very rare wild duck dinner, and all is well with the world.
Every once in a while. Every once in a while.