Growing up as a boy in North Carolina i was truly blessed. I loved to hunt and i had a Grandfather that was exceptional at it. Granddaddy Clifton was a Marine in WWII, an outdoorsman, a craftsman, a marksman, and basically an all around man’s man. After school the question was not if we could go hunting, but where. My Cousin Jason and I were his constant apprentices afield, and loved every minute of it. We both share more fond memories than we can count hunting and fishing with him.
This morning Jason and I were able hunt together on the sound, and plainly put.. it was pretty sporty out. We set the spread and pretty quickly the birds started to toll. He was able to harvest a nice limit of birds and then it went from sporty to blowing & cold. As we loaded up, fighting the whitecaps, i smiled and felt warm… not because of the fun gunning, but for the fact that I know we both probably could not do what we are able to do today; had it not been for my Grandfather. Although he has passed for some time now, he is still with Jason and I, and i think we both know it.
That to me is why this hunt was a memorable one.
-Capt Jennings