P.S. We had a funny occurrence yesterday evening that bears repeating. We'd had a couple Hollywood's come in pretty close, Dad and I had knocked them down. We'd had a small group light wide of us a few minutes before and they were clear down at the other end of the pond. I'm talking about so far away that our shooting at their brethren didn't even disturb them. One of the pair we'd knocked down was crippled so Dad threw his gun up to settle him down. When he fired I happened to be looking down at the ducks on the far end. One of them was directly in line with Dad's cripple shot and at the report started flopping like it was hit. Sure enough, after a bit of leg kicking, it was floating dead as a wedge. Dad didn't see what had happened as his attention was focused elsewhere, I pointed it out to him and he was as amazed as I was. I'd say the duck was 90 yards or more away! I ran the boat down there to pick it up and it had one pellet right through the head. Talk about a Golden BB!
DLH
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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