My Best Duck Hunts… and One that Might be the Worst
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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