Last time I went was before Roger Giles passed away. We headed south from there to Wachapreague, VA and shot rail birds with what was probably the only family of black hunting guides left in the United States. We caught a "storm tide" and killed our birds easy both mornings, one of those magic moments never to be repeated.
Roger is gone and so are all three brothers who were our pushers. Good memories all. I can still just see him standing in the front of the Carolina Skiff beaming after finishing his limit just as we came poling round the canal bend.
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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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