It’s such a reluctant, bittersweet feeling, but in my mind, somewhere in the mystic black timber of Arkansas, there are mornings to be had and photos to be captured that would look just like a Terry Redlin painting.
What if, instead of booting our children out the door, we took them by the hand to places remote and majestic? What if we taught them skills they could use the rest of their lives? What if we shared stories and some of our accumulated wisdom and introduced them to new friends? What if we gave them the most valuable gift an adult can give — some of our time? Imagine the moments, memories and love we would get in return.
After a few phone calls and a little networking, I built a lineup of hunts that most waterfowlers only dream about. Not one hunt but four outstanding private clubs – the proverbial bucket list of places or specific clubs that would cause someone to make a deal with the devil just to get one hunt on those hallowed grounds.