When I was younger my grandpa and uncle hooked me on ducks and the older my grandpa got the less he came, once I could drive I decided to take him, he was in his 80's so no pit blind for him either same situation sitting on the levee on a bucket as stated earlier, well he was shooting one of the first automatics Remington ever put out, even with a 2 3/4 shells it would make you beg for mercy, well the teal were acting right and he was kinda leaning back to shoot nearly straight up and when he shot his bucket flipped him in the water, when I realized he fell I go to help him thinking he could be hurt but to my surprise he was smiling ear to ear and said I got him. Every time I hunt I think about that old man smiling laying there in 40 degree mud.
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