In 1925, Minnesota waterfowl hunters were restricted to 12 ducks daily, with 36 in possession, excluding wood ducks (which were off limits.) The season ran from Sept. 16 to Dec. 31, during which hunters could kill 120 birds in aggregate, with no more than six live decoys allowed at a hunter's blind at one time.
Headlines that year shouted the news of a tornado that killed 689 people in Missouri, Illinois and Indiana, and chronicled the midwinter marathon from Anchorage to Nome, Alaska, by Gunnar Kasson and his 20-dog team led by Balto, a black husky, toting lifesaving diphtheria serum 674 miles in five days.
Considerably less fanfare in 1925 accompanied the founding of what is now known as the Kasota Kan Klub in west-central Minnesota, not far from Willmar.
Begun by waterfowlers who knew duck water when they saw it, the club was sited on a spit of land alongside Little Kandiyohi Lake, which in 1925 was, and remains today, not a lake in the traditional sense but rather a stretch of shallow water rimmed by bulrushes and cattails.
"The club was handed down and handed down, and my dad joined in 1967," said Bruce Bjornberg, a retired pharmacist living in Willmar. "I joined as soon as I finished college, in 1970. There were six members then."
Among all states, Minnesota was a waterfowler's haven during the first half of the last century, and the idea of owning a place to hole up while targeting mallards and especially late flights of canvasbacks, redheads, ringnecks and bluebills was commonly held, whether on the shores of the Mississippi or alongside lakes named Heron, Swan, Christina, Leech, Winnibigoshish or Pelican.
Saving their pennies, Kasota Kan Club members added to their good fortune by building a shack on Little Kandiyohi Lake in 1942 at a cost of $275. And while the many-times-remodeled walls of that small structure cannot talk, with their duck paintings and photographs of members past and present they nonetheless fairly scream the legend and lore of Minnesota ducks and duck hunting. Unfortunately, those good times are in the rearview mirror on the cusp of another expected so-so season, which opens Saturday one-half hour before sunrise.
"We call it Big Duck Eve, the night before the opener, and as long as I can remember, we've been gathering at the Shack — that's our name for it, the Shack — on the evening before the season starts to cook steaks, have a drink and talk big," Bjornberg said. "It's a tradition, and I look forward to Big Duck Eve as much as I do Big Duck Day, which is the opener itself."