Fazwilder - Thursday, 6 March 2014 11:32
Before I joined the Military in 2004, I hunted very little, going on pheasant hunts with my friend but never getting on a bird; it was more of a hobby than anything else. In the fall of 2004 I left for the Marines, and during those next five years I never thought much about hunting…chasing tail and partying was more of my thing.It wasn’t until I separated from the military, moved home, and went to college that I started looking for something to do.It was on an abnormally cold October afternoon that I got a phone call from a friend to go duck hunting, so I grabbed what camo I could gather and my brother’s Remington 870, went to the outdoors shop and post office, getting all the licenses and steel shot I needed, then headed out to meet my friend. (Neither of us really knew what we were doing.)
I remember walking down the long trail that opened up to a giant marsh. Further down was a series of ponds with small levees separating them and to the left was the Paunskill River (more of a 15 yard stream). We set up between the river and one of the ponds, with three decoys and no clue.
That first time out I killed my first duck, a drake mallard (let’s just say by this point I was hooked), which ended up being the only bird I killed that year, so I figured that bird cost me about $90.00 in shells, but it didn’t matter, I loved it! With my first season of duck hunting in the books, it was time to really gear up for my new passion. Living at home and having a lot of disposable income, I went out of control, but to this day it was and is still all worth it.
These short articles will primarily be about my experiences; the experiences of a guy who taught himself how to duck hunt, the friends I have made, time spent with my family, the mistakes, successes, and lessons learned while hunting the northern and coastal zones of New Jersey.
By Christopher Fazio