After growing up in Texas and spending many memorable moments in the front seat of a red FORD pick-up on the A-Bar Ranch I gained much needed knowledge. As the youngest and only girl in my Popo's circle of grandchildren, I thought I could herd cattle and knew all there was to know about hunting and fishing. Well, welcome to South America, the 21st century new era of duck hunters.
Now, it can be like herding cats in the rain. But, having the privilege of reaching Uruguay and being a part of the duck hunting season down there, it is pure excitement.
Uruguay duck hunting is like the "good ole days" and with ducks that act like they went to OU (ahem, they come right into the decoys, no educated ducks here in Uruguay...) and fully baited fields, the duck hunting is nothing but outstanding.
So as I herd the troops and assist with getting all the gear , all the arrival information, and most importantly a big smile showing my enthusiasm for this sport, let the duck hunting season begin in Uruguay.
Have a good hunt, be safe, and enjoy the sport-and time in Uruguay, life is too short to worry about a flight delay or a missed email. The duck hunting in Uruguay will provide a memory you will never forget.
And as I often have to remember, "the perils of duck hunting are great--especially for the duck" (Walter Cronkite).
