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Been readying my boat for the marsh and was separating the extraneous debris from the "must have"s and "possibles" stored under its seat when I came upon a single breast feather - that's still there as a "must have". Similarly, when I swept the dirt and litter that had accumulated under my blind's floor before putting it's off-season lids on, I made a point of leaving a few feathers in that otherwise clean metal box.

Would bet something nice that you'd find at least a feather or two in my upland vest and belt pouches, too, as leaving feathers for seed has been more than just a habit reaching all the way back to my teens. And it still tickles me with history and hope to come across them.

Fine...
I will start building makeshift altars in the swamp to honor the princess of the trees for good hunting luck.
They say you see a faint glow and its her and her minions. Ooooooo

Ricky Spanish wrote:Fine...
I will start building makeshift altars in the swamp to honor the princess of the trees for good hunting luck.
They say you see a faint glow and its her and her minions. Ooooooo

That may be that bad ass chick called Marie Laveau?

Rick wrote:Been readying my boat for the marsh and was separating the extraneous debris from the "must have"s and "possibles" stored under its seat when I came upon a single breast feather - that's still there as a "must have". Similarly, when I swept the dirt and litter that had accumulated under my blind's floor before putting it's off-season lids on, I made a point of leaving a few feathers in that otherwise clean metal box.

Would bet something nice that you'd find at least a feather or two in my upland vest and belt pouches, too, as leaving feathers for seed has been more than just a habit reaching all the way back to my teens. And it still tickles me with history and hope to come across them.

Good Stuff!!!! Always nice to come upon reminder of something you live/love to do, as your mind refreshes your memories and feelings of that time.......deja vu all over again

It's just how we are when one is hooked on quack

Sigh...the smell of Klotz in the morning.