BIG BIRDS, BIG WATER, BIG EXPERIENCES
At some point you’re just collecting thoughts in the twilight as eiders and scoters weirdly chatter and zoom overhead. Your shotgun is loaded and set, ammo box open and positioned by your thigh for quick access. Clothing is adjusted and readjusted because you’re in thick layers sitting on your bottom in a two-man boat. You and your boatmate make sure you can shoulder your shotguns and swing with a couple of practice moves. You check the clock for the fourth or fifth time, making sure your phone is in the zippered chest pocket of your parka. All this finally ends, and then you and your boatmate sit quietly, listening, watching big birds flying, thoughts wandering in myriad directions.
During that time, if you’re realistic, you think about being in a two-man boat gently riding the tide in a deep cove of the Atlantic Ocean. The mothership is hundreds of yards away. It’s a quick zoom with a wide-open throttle but by then, you think, you’d be in the cold water and maybe flailing a bit. You scan the horizon, and those thoughts disappear. Stuff happens everywhere, all the time. You’re in a two-man boat with a loaded Benelli Super Black Eagle waiting
