It was the first weekend of the first "split" of duck season. Mid-November. Unfortunately . . . our first hunt on the sound this year didn't go quite as planned.
Several buddies and I had two Currituck National Wildlife Refuge Blinds, off Knotts Island. We've had good hunts there before, and I love going up to that part of the world. Northeastern North Carolina is a special place, a place full of water and waterways. A place full of history, thanks to all that water. One of the first colonized areas of Carolina. Knotts Island is an especially unique place . . . and getting there from the rest of our state requires boarding the Currituck ferry or driving into Virginia, and coming back south, down NC 615, through Mackay Island National Wildlife Refuge, and onto Knotts Island, the island-peninsula jutting out into the Currituck Sound.
This year, we rented a cabin at a campground right on the state line. Waterfront, with a fire-pit, and even satellite TV . . . the digs weren't too shabby.
The night before the hunt, our fearless chef, Charles, whipped up some breakfast sandwiches, ready to be quickly warmed in the morning. We may've enjoyed some hot cider, too.
