It meant getting back into the old pair of waders, cutting and replacing old decoy lines, checking the weights, conducting touch-up paint jobs on the seasoned decoys, purchasing duck stamps, reading recent migration reports, scouting new spots, taking out the old duck calls, taking the long road trip, and connecting with lifelong hunting buddies and dear family members.
The sudden silence was almost deafening. The adrenaline rush from knowing they were miles from civilization, miles from the concrete jungles of everyday life, miles from help if something went wrong - was a unique sensation worth every drop of sweat to get to where they were. Looking up, at the last moments of dusk, the pair sat in silence and took it all in. It was time call it a day.
Emphasis on fly fishing, hunting, backpacking, and camping.