A truly fine day unfolded this morning. The clouds peeled back from the horizon about fifteen minutes before sunup and we had a sunrise that words really can"t describe. You just had to be there.
Steve brought J. R. for his first goose hunt. He"s a tall gangly kid, twelve years old, and he wanted to help with everything. Everything!
“What do you want me to do, Dad?” he asked. “How about I help Todd and Andy set decoys? Maybe I"ll get the coffee going. How about I unpack the food? Should I load my shotgun yet? Sh! Everybody be quiet. I think I just heard some ducks coming in. How long till shootin" light, Dad?”
“OK, J. R. Just calm down a little.” Steve laughed. “You go up this sandbar and straighten those shell decoys. Then come back here and we"ll get the bunker squared away.”
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