Excerpt from Tales of Duck and Goose Shooting: Being Duck and Goose Hunting Narratives From Celebrated Ducking Waters Each year that the duck hunter goes out he will pick up some new wrinkles from some grizzled old pusher, or from some of the canny boys that lie around the lakes. I have been at the lakes when some seasoned old pirate would sit grumblingly around the fire in early Spring, only deserting his warm place to go outside and look at the sky, or spit on his finger and hold it up to see which way the wind was blowing. Meanwhile the not so hardened shooters would be working their heads off to bring in a dozen ducks a day. Then some morning old Groucher would be missing, and would come in at night loaded to the stumbling point with ducks. He had been watching the signs. And when he got ready had poled and cut his way in to where the birds were feeding and had made a killing. That, of course, was in the old days. Days when there was no limit, either to the birds or to the number you could kill. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.