The Thrill of Arkansas Flooded Timber Duck Hunting
There's nothing quite like the sound of wings whistling through the canopy during a morning of arkansas flooded timber duck hunting. You're standing there, back against a mossy oak, knee-deep in coffee-colored water, and the world is still dark. Then, just as the sun starts to bleed through the branches, you hear that first quack. It's enough to make your heart skip a beat, even if you've been doing this for thirty years. ...