Tomorrow arrives yet another duck hunting opener; something I've participated in for at least 45 years straight. It's hard to believe it has been that long, and it is hard to believe that so many are etched into my head.
This year will be a different one. We'll be besieged by thunderstorms, which is not at all conducive to duck hunting, especially when one considers that I'll be sitting in a metal boat, holding onto a steel gun. Thus, safety will rule the day, and at the first sign of lightening, I'll be off the lake.
It doesn't help that I'm also suffering from a doozy of a cold, which makes sitting in the cold rain all the much worse.
While it is shaping up to be one of my worst openers ever, it is still the opener, and that means you will find me in the swamp.
Good luck, Minnesota duck hunters.
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