Another thread about the change in waterfowling around sc got me thinking. I’ve watched the same change that everyone else of age has but one thing always confused me. How can one love killing mallards but be content with the once in a blue moon chance at killing them? I’d chase those fucking things to the moon if I had to.
2018/19 was a rough season. I spent most of it moving and was able to hunt maybe half of what I normally would. Never the less we made the most of it. Myself and buddy made two trips out of state. Managed a few good Hunts in GA and SC. I’d say it’s good to be back home in SC but that would be a lie.


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