Logan is a success story.I think a lot of us started off the same way as Logan...cute picture A.B..
I haven't dreamed a duck dream for decades and they're back.
Had a recurring dream. I wondered for years what the hell am I dreaming about.
Then one day I drove there. I had concocted in my mind this mythical duck hunting venue.
For years I wandered this place in my dream.
Name? Bayou Meto. The metro.
I'd never ever heard of Arkansas duck hunting and had dreamed of it for years.
Not going to argue with a guy online who only wants us to know ONE THING about him.Too many people there for it to be my home.
Home too me has to be peaceful.
A place that I can recluse into my inner thoughts and desires.
Like a natural Tule marsh that has corn on one side and rice and wheat on the others.
I haven't found my happy place yet after 50+ years of looking.
The place I hunt is as close to home as I have found so far.
I can work mallards and let them swing without fear of losing them to others it's a public area 15 miles from my house and free to hunt if you can get into it which I can.
Love is in the air my friend.