“IF I COULD BE REINCARNATED, I’D COME BACK AS A USEDCAR SALESMAN,” RAMSEY RUSSELL SAYS TO ME. It’s 5 a.m., and we’re barreling down a dark highway in Obregon, Mexico. Russell, 53, is explaining how it would be easier to sell used cars than the international waterfowl hunts he deals with in his current gig as a booking agent (though he hates that term). I’m pretty sure he’s only half kidding.
“People go in to buy a car, and they know what they want,” he says. “Me, I’ve got to sell the experience.”
Later that morning, a handful of other writers, some reps from Benelli, and I enjoy the most epic pintail shoot I’ll ever be a part of. Drakes in their breeding plumage, long sprigs trailing behind, float out…