The duck, The hunter and the farmer
A duck hunter didn’t have a boat and retriever but he was hunting in a deep south county that was sprinkled with ponds and potholes. He tried sneaking up to the water through tall grass, cattails and woods hoping to flush any ducks that were on the water. He missed a couple of very long shots when they flushed out of range. All morning he tried this and the ducks all eluded him. As he trudged back to his truck dejectedly, hot, thirsty, tired and empty handed, he heard a “quack” overhead and... Sign in to see full entry.