I have been blessed with the opportunity to hunt all over for pretty much what I have wanted. I have been even more blessed to be afflicted with the duck hunting virus. it is the same every day, 'God, please grant me one more good diver shoot'. Ducks over blocks across the prairie potholes is my idea of heaven on earth. Hopefully heaven is all my past dogs in the blind with me, endless supply of W-W super X lead 4s, a brisk north wind driving a bit of sleet, and wads of Cans, bills, and redheads with feet down right in the hole.
