Whistling wings shatter the stillnes of an Indian Summer morning, as wood ducks explode before a Native Stalker. Armed with reed decoys, blunt tip arrows and INSTINCTIVE AIM, the Master Archer sets his sights on a retreating drake.
The Eastern Woodland Indians were trained by their forefathers in the art of wing shooting, picking the spot where target and arrow would successfully meet. These patient hunters were known to lie in ambush along shores and beside creeks waiting for ducks to come within arrow range.
