The birds you chase this fall were born under Living Skies. Out past Saskatoon, millions of shallow wetlands scatter the prairie like broken glass, filling every spring with mallards, pintails, gadwalls, and teal. Hunters call it the Duck Factory. It’s where the whole story begins. Full story, link in bio. Forty-one thousand acres of shallow marsh, sitting exactly where you’d put it if you designed a flyway yourself. Halfway between the breeding grounds and the Gulf, Cheyenne Bottoms is less a destination than a lifeline. Water, food, rest, safety. It’s where an entire migration catches its breath. Full story, link in bio. Eventually the invisible highway spills to the edge of the water, into the marshes surrounding Anahuac. Freshwater marsh gives way to coastal prairie and flooded rice, where the birds settle in to wait out winter. For the flock, it’s the end of one journey. For the hunters on the Gulf Coast, it’s the start of another. Full story, link in bio.