WE WAIT with the old men, each of them rooted in the muck, worn and furrowed. In the early light, their limbs and branches overhead are kinked and storm-shattered, like the arthritic fingers of the ...

For me, duck hunting is not just a sport – it’s a tradition passed down through generations. Whether you’re a seasoned waterfowler or a beginner, there are always lessons to be learned from the ...