After our morning hunts, I’ve been driving into town to fill up fuel cans with kerosene. Once home, I back my truck into the shop, light up my kerosene heater, shut the doors, and pray nothing catches fire. Clean ducks. Thaw my waders in the shower. At least once during the night, I get up, plod to the shed in my pajamas and insulated Crocs, top off the heater with more kerosene, and then head back to bed, only to wake up a few hours later and rehitch the trailer. The boat and the decoys inside it will be nicely thawed and seemingly dry, but inevitably, there’s still enough moisture on the trailer bunks that the boat will be stuck to them by the time we get to the river.