INDY STAR.COM From the Archives – When my alarm went off at 2 a.m. on a recent
Thursday, I was already awake. My chocolate lab, Gaddy, was too.
All night, I could hear her claws clicking on the hardwood
floor as she made excited laps around the house before heading back to her bed
to lay down with a frustrated sigh.
I was on the couch that night. My wife, Cara, has been
through enough of these early mornings to banish the wandering dog and my
tossing and turning and every-15-minute-alarm-clock checking to the living
Driving two hours to elbow my way into a crowded marsh well
before sunrise, so I could spend the better part of the day with snotcicles
forming under my nose while standing in icy swamp water up to my waist, a
shotgun and duck call in my shivering, cold-numb hands.
This is what I live for. I’m a public-lands duck hunter. [full article]