I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 16 years old and hunkered down in a central Wisconsin cattail marsh called Germania.
It was opening day of duck season and I was hunting alone on a public hunting area amongst an army of other hunters. The clock struck noon and shots rang out across the marsh, causing ducks and geese to fly in all directions except over my position. Seasoned hunters who knew the marsh were successful. A novice like me in the wrong position didn’t stand a chance.