anthony m coons sr
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One early morning I was sneaking up a creek along the Mighty Hudson River. My older brother was in the front of the boat. As I was drifting into the creek. I watched a flock of about eight drakes flying in and land in the mouth of the creek. I told my brother to get down and be ready. As tide pushed us around the first bend. The birds were on the left. My brother couldn't swing his gun fast enough to take them as they jumped. He waited for them to swing in front of the boat. He shot three times missing each bird as they went by. As I'm yelling at him I look back and two woody's and high tailing it down the same creek. I turned around and dropped both of them in the boat. Hitting me both times. It hurt like hell for a while. But what a laugh we got out of it. I forgot all about those mallards. We pulled over later that morning. Fired up the stove ,cooked those woody's for lunch. Trust me! I missed more then my share of ducks in the front of the boat. This time it was big brother. Made it that much better of a day for me. When I dropped two WOODY'S in the boat. If your the little brother you'll know what I'm saying. Thanks for reading.