I remember when we used to pond jump ducks from off of a farmer's pond in Western Kansas. We'd have to sneak along a plowed field to the pond. We'd spread out and approach the pond and jump up in unison. The ducks would somehow always move to the far side of the pond. Up they'd come and we'd always get a few. If they fell into the water, which they often did we'd be stuck. We'd draw straws to see who was going to strip and go in after the birds. That water was COLD.
Sometimes we'd do it twice in a day. The ducks were grain fed and good eat'n.
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