“FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW ON A 900-ACRE SALT MARSH, I COULD SEE THE LIGHTHOUSE SHINING FROM THE REMINGTON GUN CLUB…”

My name is Jimmy Muller, and I’m pretty sure when my love of hunting first started, the shotgun weighed more than I did.



I was just 5-years old, but I was already being indoctrinated into the sport that would shape the rest of my life.

You see, my dad and older brother were both Master Wing Shooters, and dad “rubbed elbows” with many world-renowned duck hunters...true legends in their day.