This is Franklin. 
This is Franklin, he’s a dick head. Some days I’d like to take him to the pound, but they probably wouldn’t take him either. He loves to hunt, counter surf, fight dogs, and kill animals. He will hunt all day then come home and let my kids dress him up, and lay on top of him. I have no doubt he’d kill anything or anyone who tried to touch my kids or wife. He’s 8 years old, and will never be replaceable. I’ll be devastated the day something happens to him. I pray it never comes.
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“… duckhunting stands alone as an outdoor discipline. It has a tang and spirit shared by no other sport—a philosophy compounded of sleet, the winnow of unseen wings, and the reeks of marsh mud and wet wool. No other sport has so many theories, legends, casehardened disciples and treasured memories.”
--John Madson, The Mallard, 1960
"Never trust a duck hunter who cares more about his success than his dog's."
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