New Year's Day seems fitting for milestones and renewed beginnings . The sun rose slowly and remained obscurely in gloom. An flock of green-wings flying low to the water skirted the decoys, never checking up. For about an hour, several thousand snow geese paraded overhead and well out of shotgun range, and as their ululating cries faded we were left with only the deafening silence of wind sweeping across the bleak Grand Prairie. The hunt was perfectly slow paced for gathering thoughts between whispered visits with son Duncan, who just the day before had garnered his first double with a pair of green-wings.
