The Carter boys
Hosting youths elicits memories of hunts past, their deceased father
BALD KNOB, Ark. -- The flock of gadwalls circled and banked in a gadwall kind of way: They were neither committed nor spooked. They just moseyed around before finally dropping in and fluttering over the decoys.
A chorus of three shotguns jumped to attention. Three rounds each blasted through the sky and the gadwalls lifted out and went about moseying somewhere else without a single feather missing.
After the incredulous looks ...
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