Hunting on Lake St. Clair, Michigan

Okay, so to describe me as an international man of mystery would be a bit of a stretch. Truth is, I've traveled very little and I'm not the most well-cultured person on the planet. In fact, save the occasional trips through the Southeast and into Texas, I've never traveled anywhere. So, to say that I was stepping out on a limb to travel 850 miles North from Gibby's Place to Lake St. Clair, Michigan, is a bit of an understatement.

A New Era for the Trigger Happy Hunting Club

For years I've kept a hunting journal, describing not only our wildfowl harvest, but also the emotion and environment that preceded and created those kodak moments. Each day of waterfowl season, I document what we've seen and my assumptions as to why we saw it. Fortunately, the volume of information I've stored over the last 20 years has been quite useful in understanding what to expect as I leave the house each morning. Today, via an exceptionally wild butt-hair, I've decided that I will display my remarks for the 2009-2010 Arkansas waterfowl season for all the world to see. A new era, if you would, where our daily struggle can be instantaneously published for the masses via the marvels of modern technology.

Stick with me . . . it might get interesting. Oh, and click on some of those ads in the side-bar. I'm interested in seeing whether I'll actually get a check.




--Gibby