Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Red Heads of Red Fish Bay by W.S. Allen


Was the barely audible command whispered by Paul Stewart, our guide.

In unison all the shotgun barrels that were leaning against the top of the duck blind began to move slowly. The several sets of hands that only a second before delicately held acrylic and wooden duck calls now were firmly grasping foregrips and buttstocks.

At the same time the ears on the two gun dogs lying on the floor of the blind perked up as their heads jerked skyward.

"Steady, steady." READ MORE

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