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Yeah, my sister raised holy heck for all the feathers and such in the tub.
You know, Keg, I've hunted in Arkansas over flooded timber and rice paddies, but there is just something special about having to hack my way into a swamp along side a small creek to get that one shot at one flight of ducks.
More rewarding sort of.
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