I come from a family of duck hunters who have wet their waders and rubber boots in the mud and waters of Catahoula Lake since my daddy was a wee lad. The only childhood memories I have of camouflage involve duck blinds, duck calls, and duck feathers. That being said, understand that the men of the household were the hunters, the women joined the season by cooking duck and rice, duck and dumplings, and duck dressing.