This bird will be going on the wall, and remembered as "Maggie's Duck".
After a morning of really bad luck (read bad decisions) I looked at her and asked if she wanted to go home,, or hunt ducks? 20 degrees and fighting to stay above the mud will take the spirit from any beast. But her eyes said what they always do...HUNT. We made a difficult move across the marsh and minutes later had the pair work into our spread. She chased down and retrieved the drake. When she returned I couldn't pry it from her mouth. I laughed and said, You're right Mags, that's your duck!
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