The Good Life – November-December 2019


On the cover - West Fargo Fire Chief Dan Fuller, Local Hero - Fargo Police Sergeant Kevin Pallas, Having a Beer with Radio Host, Scott Hennen, Hunting with Bret Amundson and more in Fargo Moorhead's only men's magazine.

I almost thanked them as I walked out. It was time for

something new. It was time to get back to what my family

spent most of their free time doing. But it wasn’t just

a knee-jerk response to my newfound freedom; it was

something inside me that was affected by a few hunting

trips across the state Teddy Roosevelt fell in love with.

The Badlands

I had a few friends that made yearly trips to western

North Dakota to hunt mule deer. Knowing that drawing

a muley buck tag for rifle was a long shot, I went into

Scheels and picked out a new bow. Soon I was walking

butte ridges in fresh snowfall, staring wide-eyed at the

beautiful expanse around me. I wouldn’t shoot a mule

deer that year, but the first-timer bow hunting experience

in that landscape caused me to leave the 30.06 at home

by choice ever since.

The Waterfowl

Duck hunting was what I enjoyed most growing up. I

even have a class ring from high school with a mallard

and shotgun shells on it. I bet you’d get expelled for

something like that now. Anyway, I loved hunting ducks.

I just wasn’t very good at it. I also didn’t hunt in a great

flyway and didn’t have many friends that did it either.

Most of my family had given up on green wings and


focused on whitetails. So it was usually just me trudging

out to the slough and hoping to see something come

into range.

Then I moved to North Dakota.

I knew a few guys that hunted hard and were very good

at it. They had these crazy contraptions called “layout

blinds”. Us water hunters from Minnesota and Wisconsin

didn’t use them often, but in the prairie pothole regions,

you have more options for field hunting.

Dick Voight at KFGO lent me a blind the next morning I

was peering through the mesh top wondering what was

about to happen. As the sun crept over the horizon the

air filled with more ducks and geese than I’d seen in all

my falls. Again, my eyes were as wide as a wheat field

and as I shot holes in the sky, I thought to myself, “I need

to get one of these layout blinds.”

The Snow Geese

When people ask me what my favorite thing to do is,

I usually answer with “Snows.” They can be absolute

jerks 99% of the time, but when they do it right, there’s

nothing else like it. They’re the only waterfowl around

that can number in the thousands when they bomb into

your decoys. Their noise can drown out an ambulance

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