The Swamp Witches of Willow Hole

The leader of the hunting party carried a 12-gauge Winchester 101 repeating shotgun with a wooden stock. Standing thigh-deep in the stagnant bottoms of Willow Hole, where a Labrador retriever named Congo whimpered from a twilit hardwood's bend, she waited for first shooting light, the moment a half-hour before sunrise when hunters can legally fire on the wood ducks gliding overhead.

Check out the full story of this "informal sorority of Mississippi Delta duck huntresses."