Saturday, Sept. 21, was the first day of duck season on Gull Lake. Like always, it was Saturday and, true to form, my wife, Susan, and I were sitting on our back (or is it front?) porch having a cup of coffee. My wife refers to the lakeside as the front, and I can’t break the habit of calling the roadside the front. I was amused listening to the sound of shotguns as it brought back fond memories of a long ago duck hunting trip to Arkansas, with what could best be described as very professional secret service personnel.