Whether you’re standing against a tree in a century-old hardwood bottom, in a layout boat in a marsh, or in your favorite field blind, the anticipation has been building for this moment for the past 10 months. It’s opening day.
The guns, dogs, calls, new equipment, and old heirlooms are about to be tested by the elements once again. Five minutes before shooting time, whistling wings can be heard above the treetops. It’s at that very moment that duck hunters can’t help but ring out the melodious sounds of mallards, like a symphony. The first time a hunter experiences a group of mallards respond to the call, he is hooked. It’s an experience that truly can’t be put into words. The duck call is the instrument that allows the hunter to speak the language of a wild migratory fowl that flies over 3,000 miles from Canada south, and then back north to their nesting grounds.