Even before I’d stashed my canoe, ducks started returning en masse. The only blemish on an otherwise amazing hunt was that they were landing a little far out, and my shooting suffered for it. I would shoot at a flock, go zero for three, and when the shot-upon flock was still retreating, the next wave was already cupped-up, feet down.
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