Holding still, heart racing, waiting for the quack. β€οΈπ«
Where the marshes meet the sky, that's where we belong. π π¦
In every harvest, a story of patience and skill. ππ¦
The call of the wild, answered in shotgun blasts. πΏπ«
In the silence of the hunt, we discover our true selves. π€«π«
Navigating the reeds, chasing dreams in feathers. πΎπ«