All the land across the river in front of us is a federally protected archeological preserve. We like this because no one can build in front of us. It is also a favorite hunting spot during duck season. I regularly see hunters in the pitch dark of early winter mornings, their headlamps marking them as they set up. That speck you see to the right of the island is a man wading out to retrieve the duck he just shot. My wife and I enjoy watching the duck hunters. They give us great hope. America has a manhood crisis, but I told Betty as I looked at him wading out in 9° weather, “As long as we have men like him, America will be okay!”
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