Bury Me in My Waders: An Old Duck Hunter Recalls His Fowl Past

This duck hunter knows how to tell a story From a young boy shivering in the rain on his first hunt, all the way to suffering the loss of lifelong hunting pals, Don E. Webster embraces almost 60 years of waterfowling. Penned with a style and flair that brings to mind outdoor legends such as Corey Ford, Robert Ruark, and Ed Zern, this collection of duck hunting memories brims with sly humor, salty wit, and poignant reflection. Bury Me In My Waders will charm and captivate you while tickling your funny bone at the same time. My wife claims to have figured out why I hunt ducks. According to her, there's something in my chemistry that drives me to seek masochistic pleasure by exposing myself to bad weather occurring in cold, wet, muddy places. She is of the opinion that I should be studied by behavioral scientists. Like myself, my lifelong pals who are still above ground have slowed way down. We suffer from hardening of the arteries, arthritis, rheumatism, lumbago, and gout, not to mention nicotine withdrawal and a leathery liver. Trinidad cigars and Napoleon Cognac are now only fond memories, having been replaced by Watkins Liniment and green, vitamin smoothies.