When I opened the door it hit me, not the scent of the dairy, in the marsh east of Klamath Falls, but the decay, the yellowed orchard grass and the mud.
Darren Roe opened the trailer and we shrugged into huge packs of decoys and deposited them on the ground fifty yards away. There was snow on the marsh, more snow on the wind.
We set the speckle-belly decoys in a semicircle with snow geese among them while Darren set up a flock of ‘socks,’ lightweight decoys made of plastic material that bounced in the breeze.