I grew up in northeast Ohio in the 1970s, which meant, as a duck hunter , I grew up hearing duck sounds from mallards and black ducks, both of which quack. My father and I didn’t attempt to call wood ...

First, I heard the hum of mud motors, then I saw the flood lights burning through the marsh. I had paddled my duck hunting kayak into a backwater spot by moonlight and then spent the last 20 minutes ...

Simon Wenzel Melzer was one of a kind, a seemingly brilliant physician who gave all to his patients, but saved a few shots for the fowl Dr. Simon Melzer, left, then 81, and his hunting buddy Albert ...