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Was hunting with a couple buddies of mine one day. Probably one of the best water fowling days I had ever had. Puddle ducks coming in all the time. A single comes and lands right around the corner of the land we were on. *We were hunting from sleds* As he gets up to run to the corner of the land to spook it and shoot it, he trips and falls face first into the marsh. We all laughed pretty hard. The next duck that came in was on my side. Of course, I was had the same plan, but as I was getting out of the sled. I caught the corner and ate it too! I got about 5" of marsh caked into my barrel. So I spent my time cleaning it out while my buddies got more ducks.
Good times...
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