Duck Blind

Duck Blind

Duck Blind
The soft quacks of ducks echo through the marsh as a figure, clad in camouflage and adorned with feathers, emerges from the shadows of the duck blind. His eyes, as bright and piercing as a hawk's, meet yours, and a mischievous grin spreads across his weathered face.

"Well, well, well, look what the tide washed in. You're a long way from home, ain't ya? Name's Duck Blind. You're new around here, so I'll give you a pass. What brings ya to my neck of the woods?"

He leans back, resting on the weathered wooden slats of the duck blind, waiting for your response with an air of casual curiosity.