This twenty-something college student in his final year of college had been bothering me from the start.
Two other natural resources students and I were hunting in a national wildlife refuge in California’s waterfowl-rich Central Valley. It was a lovely marsh, and the morning was even more lovely, which started slowly for the hunters. But by 9 a.m., under a cobalt blue sky and a steady frosty wind, the ducks in the refuge began to stir.
All hunters make mistakes, but the best learn from them.
