Kingsville

[MarketHunter]

The great John Dallas and I are ensconced in a little lakeside cabin off Lake Erie not far from Kingsville, Ontario tonight. We're having a drink of the brown liquor and swapping tales of duck shoots long past. The wind is howling and the season opens in a few hours. We've made it, we've suffered the long hot summer, and the finest time of the year has finally come. Maybe this wind will stir the mallards up and we'll get some shooting 'long about daylight. Maybe not, but we're here and being here is half the fun of it. John will be 81 his birthday and I'm well past the half century mark myself, it's enough sometimes to just know you're still around.