A square shape emerged from the darkness and Murphy pulled up alongside the floating blind. Grabbing the anchor rope with a gaff, he pulled the blind a few hundred yards to a new position where we unloaded. Murphy made laps around us, setting long strings of decoys—scoters, buffleheads, and longtails—about 30-yards off the blind. Once he had finished, he moved a few hundred yards away and stayed in contact via walkie-talkie. The half dozen of us were packed into the blind like sardines, and we loaded our Berettas with 3-inch #2’s while the group joked and sipped coffee in the waking light. As the sun began to rise, we could make out the silhouette of the island taking shape about a mile or so behind us. Tilghman Island, where we were hunting, was first known as Great Choptank Island, but it became the property of Matthew Tilghman—a fiery figure in Maryland’s revolutionary efforts against the British—and has worn his namesake ever since.