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The first cold day of fall hit West Tennessee yesterday. Not only cold, but cold accompanied by drizzling rain and a stiff north wind. By most accounts it was an awful day. Yet, to some of us it created a spark, a gleam in our eye. This weather is reminiscent of only one thing in my mind, and that's duck hunting. While it's still a month away before we venture out to our desolate winter swamps, there is no denying that it is looming ever closer on the horizon. You see, we waterfowlers are a special breed. In other outdoor adventures, bad weather is a deterrent to success and will keep you home watching football, baseball and the such. Yet, when the weather turns ugly it is the veritable sirens song for duck hunters. Our hearts beat faster and our palms are sweatier. As if fighting to break loose from our summer rope, we can't wait to get out there. For a cold north wind that buries you deep in your coat, and turns your bare face leeward, will also bring the wild fowl of the north. The birds that we dream of. They too noticed. Mallards by the hundreds of thousands stopped and took notice, as did gadwalls, widgeons, pintails and others. Their leisurely feeding and preening were put briefly on hold as the significance of the weather sank in. As if the inevitable switch has now been flipped, the time to journey is at hand. Our paths will surely cross in a spot that only the hunter and the hunted can appreciate. Others would never understand the appeal it holds. I only hope that I stop to give the proper due when the time is at hand. Oh, yesterday will be written off by most as just a miserable fall day. It shall not be written off by waterfowlers. For us the meaning is crystal clear.
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