Life's Lessons for the Hunter
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know you will enjoy this book because of the stories,
but also because it will challenge you to look at the
hunt differently. You won’t find fancy words or high
fallutin’ sentence structure that would make any of
my English teachers proud. What you will find is real
down to earth experiences while hunting.
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Life's Lessons for the Hunter - Bart McMillan
Goodbye
THE COMPASS
My Dad at Wham Brake
THE COMPASS
While seated in the bottom of our old John boat, I couldn’t help but be transfixed by my father’s constant stare at a small round object in his hand. With a flashlight in his mouth and one hand on the motor, my father seemed to guide the boat by this object in his hand. Watching Dad act this way, like I’d never seen him do before, was only the first of many firsts I would experience on this cold November morning.
My dad had been a duck hunter for as long as I could remember. I grew up watching and experiencing the rituals and fevers this epidemic adventure had inflicted on my family. Even at my young age, I had already heard of the assaults my dad and his brothers had made on the black jacks (ring neck scalps), woodies (wood ducks), and the king of ducks, the maw maws (mallards). I remember days and nights spent untangling the lines and the smell of our old fiber decoys. Moss and duck weed still laced the bottom of old Susie and a few decoys that were unnamed due to the wear of their colors. Occasionally, when I would ask the question, Who is John Whitmire or Jeff Smith?
they would all just laugh and tell how the strays found new homes. It wasn’t uncommon for decoys to break hold of their masters’ ponds and find their way to the banks for recovery and new ownership. A bad day would suddenly become a banner day when two or three orphans were adopted.
As soon as I discovered the possibility of experiencing the journey into the duck hunter fraternity, I began a steady pursuit for permission to join. My mom never had a chance. She bargained, cried, threatened, and gave a wonderful dissertation on the dangers of duck hunting. However, the inevitable had to happen. By golly, my dad had a son, and part of the Louisiana ritual into manhood including duck hunting. Therefore, at five years old my search for manhood began its life long journey into sleepless nights, bone cold mornings, ridiculous financial reasoning, and the art of lying. In the wake of this journey, I’ve left cluttered carports, old black milk jugs, and the women of my life to worry from 4:15 a.m. until the door opened to a battle weary duck soldier. What I’ve found on this journey have been lessons for life.
I can still remember the feeling of anticipation I had that November night before opening day. When morning finally came, I awakened in the darkness of the room I shared with my older sister. A few things step out of my hall of memory. First was the way my mom felt it her responsibility to make sure I looked like a camouflage snowman. Layers produced warmth in her mind and I had on several layers. We were poor and never owned Gortex or Thinsulate. The plastic lining in my boots was Wholesome Bread sacks Mom put over my socks to keep them dry just in case a five year old boy had to stomp a puddle or two. I wore two pairs of brown socks Dad had already worn sometime that week and my gloves were the same as my socks. My knit sweater cap had the smell of saliva I had put there while chewing on it outside in the cold and my jacket was Dallas Cowboy blue. Dad’s layers were topped off with the big fur lined coat my uncle brought him back from the Vietnam War. Dad regularly boasted of its warmth and said how he wished everyone could afford