I grew up in a Nova Scotia fishing village of fierce gunners. Most of the duck hunting was done in the harbour from rock blinds on perhaps a dozen woody points with hard bottoms. Blinds were made where birds "tended."
For generations lead shot has fallen in tons within gunshot of these blinds. It didn't disappear in the muck. It's there in skeet and trap club concentrations. Ducks were a central part of our village's subsistence living.
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