I don't know Pete. I think that might call for the invention of the silver plated doubles pin. I mean, a passing duck with another duck in hand pretty salty I'd say. ch

Well, we have 1 1/2 frames, why not a 1 1/2 pin?

Oops, this kindle and I are kinda enemy's most of the time.

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For me it was a somber hunt, while Da was laying in his hospitable bed waiting out the inevitable ,I refused to leave but the rest of the family ganged up on me to go home and rest...I did,or at least tried - and just couldn't close my eyes, even though I had been up for couple days .
There was only one obvious thing to do,grab Heiko and my parker 16 VH and head to a favorite piece of ground ,I kept the cell phone on me just in case ....well in a short hour's walk I put up twenty birds and dropped I recall 7 ,the stress of the past few days was lifting ever so slightly , until I checked the phone and seen I was out of service ...in a panic I beat it out ,to where I regained signal and quick call reassured me he was still here .
I thanked the skipper for the quick shooting and day I will never forget

Some of my best days are memorable because of the easy shots presented by what should have bee very cagy and elusive birds - and I dropped them cleanly and neatly.
But memories of these days are augmented by the times I could easily have killed birds but by some fluke - the twist of a tail or flip of a wing at precisely the right moment... or maybe it was my poor pointing of my little Parker, and I missed my mark. But these days also stick in my memory as special days.





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Every hunt is memorable for a variety of reasons, some more so than others.

One duck hunt that comes to mind, was on snowshoes after a 3' dump. Fortunately I dropped both green heads on the bank so I didn't have to go back and get my waders.