I received a couple text messages from my Dad this morning saying that it was a beautiful day in Northern Michigan to do some duck hunting.
He went on in the next message to say that he didn’t get any ducks because someone landed an airplane in the middle of his decoys…
I once had a fisherman come up into an out-of-the-way cove in the dead of winter to cast his lures literally into my decoys while I was hunting over them. He had 33,000 acres of lake to fish, but had to do that in the 1 acre I had been in since 4 am. And they wonder why people sometimes go postal.