My grandpa took me duck hunting for the very first time when I was 12 or 13 years old. From that moment on it was all over, I will never forget the whistle of the ducks wings as they buzz overhead, The smell of burnt powder or the ear to ear grin after finally folding my first duck. Now a days from October to January I can be found in the marsh more often than not. Whether we are setting up full bodies in a cut corn field waiting for geese, throwing diver lines, or chasing puddle ducks it's doesn't matter, I still feel like a little kid every single time. It's really not just a hobby or a pass time anymore it's become a part of who I am. And I am very excited to be affiliated with a group of people and company that share the same passion.