It begins before dawn. They make their way to the lake which is about an hour away. They put the decoys out on the water and settle in where they can’t be seen.
My oldest digs a hole with a large rock and makes himself a table for his coffee before he settles into the blind. His coffee is in Papa’s thermos. They share.
Make no mistake, hunting is about the game, but it’s also about bonding and memories. He snaps this with his cellphone. A silhouette of my dad that tells the story of before dawn with decoys out on the water and ready for sunrise.
Which is always a spectacular show, especially out on the lake.