Like many Arkansans, I grew up an avid hunter. I've spent countless hours on deer stands and in duck blinds taking part in Arkansas' great pastime. But one of the biggest thrills I've had as a hunter came on opening day of duck season last year when I was proud to take my 12-year-old grandson, Malcolm, on his first big duck hunt. We hunted on the Cache River and had a great time.
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