As the calendar keeps flipping its pages, a frigid breeze blows in from the north. That breeze carries with it dropping temperatures, flurries of snow and hope for so many waterfowl hunters around the country. A hope that with that breeze comes the brigades of migrating ducks and geese in search of new feeds and open water.
This magical cold front is one we all have been watching the weather channel for and waiting day after day. Our blind bags have been packed for weeks, our decoys dusted off and shotguns oiled. We are all ready, waiting for the first big push of birds from the north. Excitement fills the air through our circles of friends. The old timers down at the local diner reminiscing of the “good ol days” and more than twice a statement of “they should have already been there” rings out over the gentle clamor of a quiet resting. The dirt roads along the bays, rivers and sloughs fresh with tracks from eager posses scouting for any sign of fresh birds.
Another year, another long awaited year is upon us. Nationwide we all stand together with fingers crossed hoping for that stiff breeze to blow the first few flocks of migrators down from across the border. Soon it will be here and we cannot be more ready for it.
By Keagan Keddell
