Another Season Passed

As Scott and I looked out over the sunny marsh, I knew the season was over.  The season had been ended by neither the predetermined end date set forth by the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife nor by the closing of the given area in which we hunt.  As we sat in...

Another Late Season Goose Adventure

As Dad and I slipped, spun, and slided southbound along Highway 97, a sliver of doubt forced itself into my mind.  Why are we doing this?  The temperature outside Dad’s Ford was well into the twenties.  The road was, well, nonexistent, as it had been replaced by...