Gary's story reminds me of a duck hunt I had at Marais Temps Claire in St Charles Mo many years ago. We were wade and shoot hunting, and the birds really were not working to well that day. The other three guys in our group decided to go back behind the willows and take lunch... Being a hard headed Irishman, I stayed out by the spread.....
Finally two Gaddies decided to come with in range, and I got nervous because I knew at that point I was on stage...... The were just off to my right, and I emptied both barrels of the Browning Citori I was using at the time, and both birds fell stone dead right in front of me.... I hear in the background some light applause from the lunch crowd in the background.... I think that was most nervous I've ever been taking a shot at any flying game, as I knew if I missed both shots.... It'd be a long way home that day.
