When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.
—Ernest Hemingway, Fathers and Sons
ALL the sensations of that good last shoot come back to hunters with the turn of the season. Memory rides south with the migrating waterfowl on the first clear days of fall. Then the wind veers into the northeast, the barometer drops, grey clouds scud into rain, and that old feeling returns. It is fine duck weather—time for a...
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