A fun-filled look at the foibles, follies, and unpredicatable world of the duck hunter, from the time his alarm rings at 3:00 a.m. until he stumbles into freezing marsh water two hours later, swamping his waders but dampening his enthusiasm for the sport. Why do duck hunters do it? Sit in driving rain for hours awaiting ducks that may never come? Shiver in freezing boats and blinds in the most inaccessible, not to mention inhospitable, environs imaginable? Can anyone call this fun? Evidently, duck hunters do. Author-photographer Bill Buckley writes about the pitfalls of water-fowling with humor and wit, but it is his brilliant color photographs that steal the show.
adult
text and photography by Bill Buckley.
