A couple of months ago I realized that my subscription to Gray's journal had expired-- about ten years ago. So I re-upped.
Nothing happened for ~two months, then last week I received three issues, one ever other day. Crap, my whole year's subscription almost. Gray's Journal is a lovely fistful of a magazine and I was thrilled to have three new issues.
Anyway, this morning I grabbed one and headed into the sauna. The first manuscript I read was yours, and it truly evoked kindred spirits and places. And dogs.
I too had a warm water slough on the North Platte south of Lingle, that I hunted a lot when I was in high school and at EWC. It too was sold, and I was no longer the waterfowl and pheasant custodian.
January 2016 found me at Lewellen, Neb. hunting ducks and geese on the only warm water slough for miles around. The local warden and the property owner hunted with me and it was simply world class company and shooting. Those late season drake mallards are stunningly beautiful. I thought about that slough 150 miles up the same river, and forty years of shooting over the same watershed. Probably some of my empties floated and flooded all the way down to where I was currently sitting. Then more ducks came in and I forgot about it all until this morning when I read your work.
I look forward to reading more of your work. You are welcome in my camp or blind, anytime.