In Argentina, there’s plenty of time for duck empanadas before lunch, a siesta afterward, and one more cerveza before bed. There’s just never enough time to reload. I know ducks are coming, and I ...

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 ...

Duck hunters are traditional and proud of it. We’re also — how should I put this? — an opinionated lot. So by nature, we are susceptible to old myths. Certain ideas get passed around duck camps, ...