For three days, sunrise found us planted on a massive chunk of granite awaiting the wavy lines of birds to move in off of the ocean. Harvesting these massive ducks, witnessing a 13-foot tide and dining on local eats, like lobster and authentic Down East clam chowder, was another new chapter in my waterfowling memory book. Various obstacles limited my local duck hunting opportunities this fall but a local hunt did add a nice epilogue to the season. I was lucky to be drawn for a hunt on Santee Coastal WMA, which for over 100 years was the fabled marshes of the Santee Gun Club. Taking a limit of birds from the same marshes where dignitaries such as President Grover Cleveland gunned, ended the season on a high note.
Most folks think back over their day at sunset.
But when shooting hours are over on the last day of duck season I like to look back a tad further.