All was quiet in the last moments of the night. Soon day would push back the dark. Was it my imagination or were the geese moving out on the lake?
We lay in the middle of a group of Canada goose decoys in a cut-over barley field, watching the eastern sky pale through loosely-woven burlap blankets. The barrel of my shotgun just protruded from the corner of the straw-covered camo blanket. Darren Roe lay in the middle of another flock of decoys 35 yards to my right.