Breakfast is over and J. R. has picked all nine Mallards that had been shot. These guys are really rotten.
“That"s right J. R., rookies get to have all the fun. We"ll do the dishes and you start picking those birds. If you need some help, just ask.” Andy told him.
Just ask! Sure Andy. I can just imagine that kid asking for, or wanting, any help. He"s having way too much fun for that.
J. R., who is now covered with feathers, has just gotten back in the bunker. It"s about ten thirty and, sure enough, up the river eight big Canada Geese are winging their way right at the decoys. Steve is double clucking and Andy is growling at them. They aren"t hesitating.
They just locked up, let the air out and dropped in.
"KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!
KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!
KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!
“SPL
