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The sound of geese honking is the first memory I can recall.
The sound of mallard wings wispering over you before you see them is a favorite, or teal coming in like Leer jets. The smell of elk in the timber. Nothing quite like the sound of a bull elk bugling at close range. The smell of coffee. The site of your camp's fire in the distance when you're coming in from the field.
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