Wisconsin Opener: A Father-Son Double in the Grassy Flats
The pre-dawn chill of the Wisconsin woods always has a way of resetting your focus. We were out in a grassy field staking decoys before the first hint of gray light, just waiting with Carson for the timber to wake up. Passing down these traditions means sharing the quiet anticipation just as much as the chaos that follows.
As the sun cleared the trees, the field completely came alive. Two heavy toms stepped into the open, strutting and putting on a hell of a show. Inside the blind, it instantly became a game of discipline—silent coordination, reading the birds' body language, and waiting for the exact window to strike.
When they finally lined up, Carson anchored the first bird. In a flash, the gun changed hands, Pat found his mark, and the second longbeard hit the dirt.
It was an instant classic double, executed flawlessly under pressure.
Moments like this are exactly why we do what we do—built on family, timing, and being in the right place when everything comes together.
