he 11 layout blinds are brushed in, a trailer load of full-body decoys is set, and flocks of Canada geese are starting to work across the horizon just as the sun colors up the Midwest farm country in perfect golden-hour light. Tyler Huettenrauch, a 20-year-old mechanical engineering student, is on the far-left end of our shooting line and starts calling out birds. “Geese to the left…six out front…watch that pair.” His voice is calm, almost flat, even as multiple flocks of geese swing closer to our spread. Meanwhile, on the right side of the shooting line, Huettenrauch’s buddy Cody Schmidt, 21, is working us into a fever pitch. About 300 yards off, a flock of 20 geese drops lower, maple-leafing to cut altitude, and then makes a slow circle around our spread. Schmidt, Huettenrauch, and their crew of friends have been hunting this area outside of Greenleaf, Wis., since they were little kids with their dads, and then on through high school—they used to race the bus to school after weekday-morning hunts. And even though they’re older now, the enthusiasm is still there.