Both of my hunting companions folded a drake pintail and flashed grins broader than a Cheshire cat.
The morning rocked along with splendid results. My lab, William Wallace — aka Will, was worn slick retrieving ducks. Hunter remarked, “It does not get any better than this.”
Just as he spoke those words we heard a group of Canada geese behind us. We froze like statues as they sailed past.
Although improbable, they descended like falling elm leaves. When they were telephone pole high I called, “Take them!”
On this crisp morning we were definitely lucky, harvesting both ducks and geese on a day that two young men were introduced to the sport of waterfowling.