He owns a large tract of land just west of Little Rock, Ark., and has always been a good enough fellow to let me store most of my boats, trailers, RV's and all the other junk that a duck hunter needs to survive. Clay Hiett is one of my best friends in the world. The south Louisiana swamp/bog hunter thinks nothing is finer than a 14-foot hand made Cypress Pirogue, whereas the Brant hunter on the eastern shore dreams of a 24-foot Goliath with a big nasty 150hp on the back.Ī shot at the perfect duck boat came out of necessity for me but was really sparked after I decided to rewire my big boat in February just after the season was over. The gap in preferences from one to the other is miles apart. It's perfect.īut because the places waterfowl live are so diverse, we all have different ideas of the perfect mode of transportation to that perfect spot. The dogs pick them all up cleanly, just in time to shake off and catch an ear rub from us before we hit our next set of notes talking the next group into giving up. In this dream, we always shoot perfectly-colored drakes and everything falls belly up and our dogs perform like national champions. All duck hunters dream of that perfect hole that no one else has ever seen where the ducks pile in everyday. This may be a big part of the reason we all love it as much as we do. Unfortunately, most of these places are all but impossible to reach. Ducks and geese rest, eat, and loaf in a myriad of places.
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