I've duck-hided my whole life and I've never seen this happen like this.

And ducks are literally landing beside the blind.

Water splashing up in the blind.

We can fill the air off of their wings as they fly by.

You could touch them.

You could reach out and grab one.

Waterfowlers occupied the ranks of the hardest core, most passionate and ridiculous part

takers of wild meat sources that I know.

I love them for so many reasons.

America's wetlands are the crown jewels of this continent.

Families should be taking their kids to tour the swamps rather than Disneyland because in

the mud and the reeds and the flooded timber is where real magic and mystery happens.

It's where one of the greatest and most celebrated bird migrations on planet Earth unfolds

every fall like a recited poem.

And the river rats who know it, who see it, who live for it are the dad gum duck hunters.

And oh do they have stories?

This is our Duck Stories episode.

I've searched the swamps and bows for the best stories about blacked out skies, sunken

boats, incredible dogs, and even gators.

I really doubt even if you're not a duck hunter that you're going to want to miss this

one.

And they started to lighten in the other end of that hole and it was like you were rolling

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