Chapter 3
287 Words
So many people, so little room!
My darling wife Candy, who has suffered through all the years of my waterfowling. She has had a house full of “dead ducks”….mounts, decoys, and paintings! And then I started writing! Poor woman. God, I do love her!
My sweet daughter Amy who spent her 18th birthday in my goose blind by her own choice and encouraged me so much on this book!
My friend and editor Daniel Lamoreux. He told me years ago I would learn to hate my work. He was almost right. Thanks Dan! And to Chris Stearns and Dan for including my work in their awesome website, www.onstand.net.
My son Shane and my brother Larry who provided so many of the memories that have gone into this work.
Rod, Randy, Dave, and Eddie, John F, John C. and Scott. We"ve made a lot of memories in the blinds. Thanks guys!
Ginger, Buck, Fifty, Herc, and Hoss. What a fine group of dogs you have been.
And finally to a group of hunters on an internet waterfowl “list”. Thank you all so much for your encouragement and your passion for our great sport. You are the best! Contact them at h***:://groups.yahoo.com/group/wildfowl/
If you properly respect what you are after, and shoot it cleanly and on the animal"s terrain, if you imprison in your mind all the wonder of the day from sky to smell to breeze to flowers–then you have not merely killed an animal. You have lent immortality to a beast you have killed because you loved him and wanted him forever so that you could always capture the day.
–Robert Ruark, The Old Man and the Boy
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