When the temperatures plummet and the marshes glaze over with ice, many hunters pack up for the season. The big flights have slowed, open…
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As the season winds toward its frosty finish, the skies that once roared with the sound of wings grow quieter. The big flights are…
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When the last waves of migrating ducks have faded into the southern horizon and the marsh lies still beneath a skin of frost, most…
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When the mercury drops and the frost bites deep, the true test of a hunter begins. Late-season hunts in subzero temperatures separate those who…
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Before the buds break open, before the turkeys start gobbling and the deer move with rhythm again, there’s a stillness that settles over the…
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When the air turns sharp and the first cold front rolls through, duck hunters across the country feel that unmistakable pull — it’s go…
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When the mercury plummets and the marshes glaze over with ice, most hunters hang up their waders and call it a season. The decoys…
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When the last trucks pull out of the trailhead and the woods grow quiet again, that’s when the real magic of hunting begins. The…
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As the final days of hunting season roll in, the woods grow quiet. The rut has faded, the ducks have pushed south, and the…
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When the landscape turns white and every pond, creek, and marsh locks under a sheet of ice, most hunters pack it in for the…