it was mind boggling. I'm not the best wing shooter by a long shot, but the muzzle of my Benelli was nearly touching the dang bird and I still missed all three times.
In a way though, I was just happy to see some duck, it vindicated a fair amount of work I've put into that spot though.
However, my sister refusing to make biscuits was simply unacceptable. I had company over after all.