Duck hunting has always been a family affair with us.
I have fond memories of shooting my first duck with both my father and grandfather there. We shared dozens of hunts together until my grandfather’s passing in 2004. When I was growing up, my dad would push my grandfather in and out of the woods in a boat so he didn’t have to wade or paddle. I have noticed in the past couple of years when we take my wife or some special guests (he may kill me for saying this) Dad will hop in the boat and take a ride with me pushing. Him riding is not due to age or inability to walk to the hole, but more to remind me of all the times he pushed me in growing up.
I am hopeful that one day my wife and I will have a son so he can have some of the same experiences that I did growing up shooting ducks with my family. Those are memories that I will never forget.