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Ducks of Reelfoot Lake
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An hour before dawn Jackie Van Cleave’s War Eagle roared away from the marina into the dark waters. Dave Ransom, who helps with Jackie’s duck-hunting operations, stood at the helm and guided the boat through the cold December darkness into more open water near the center of the lake. Black pillars appeared against the starlit horizon—the towering cypress trees that have become a symbol of the lake—and we steered directly for them. The motor slacked as Dave directed the boat from the main body of the lake into a narrow channel lined by massive trunks, and soon to my left and right I could see cypress stumps bulging from the black water outside the beam of the War Eagle’s bow light. |
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