Randy Root is a master of mallards. As a kid, he grew up on the south side of Chicago, but in 1960 his family bought several acres along the east side of the Illinois River not far from Peoria. Root ...

Rare examples of a uniquely American folk art — hand-carved duck decoys — will be on display at a fund-raiser for Minot’s Ledge Ducks Unlimited, a group that raises money to protect wetlands. The ...

The lifelike feathers on Robby Matherne’s female mallard almost fool a person into thinking he used real feathers for his intricate decoy carving. He didn’t. "No, it’s all made out of wood," he ...

YAKIMA, Wash. -- People collect all kinds of stuff. Coins, stamps, rocks, automobiles, you name it, people collect it. For those who enjoy the outdoors there are plenty of things to collect as well.

Until he carved his first decoys, Jerry Talton was, by his own description, a “wild-ass redneck surfer dude” from the North Carolina coast. His brother was actually the duck hunter, and one year, ...

When Tom Modin of Kearney goes duck hunting, he is surrounded by his own artwork — decoys he has carved and hand-painted. Brent Frazee [email protected] Tom Modin was putting his artwork on display.

JONESTOWN, Pa. — A local nonprofit group is auctioning off a hand-crafted duck decoy to raise funds for the families of fallen Lebanon City Police officer Lt. William Lebo and the other first ...

Sometimes I write about famous, or near-famous people in Weedsport’s past, and this month we’ll write about the famous Stevens brothers. The name is probably only familiar if you collect duck decoys, ...

Every time I attend a local auction, my wife accuses me of bringing home a hand-carved wooden duck decoy. We have a bunch in our collection scattered around the house. Most of them are probably not ...

MIDDLE RIVER, Minn. — Joel Huener says he’s always been “kind of a rabid do-it-yourselfer,” a trait that also rubbed off on his hunting and fishing. “I tie flies, I make rods and I load my own ammo,” ...

“If you build it, they will come” was the famous saying from the movie “Field of Dreams.” Of course, this referred to a warm summer Iowa cornfield being transformed into a baseball field, not a ...