I've played duck the duck a couple times.
The funniest was a time my first Lab and I were sitting on a big, 15 foot diameter, 6 foot high, willow-grown beaver house smack in a choke point between an old Yukon River oxbow and the river itself. A perfect blind in a perfect spot.
A mallard came smoking down the lake, directly at us, wingtips tipping the water. I stood to make it flare before I shot, which it did, and I did, but way late on both. I doubt that bird was more than 10 feet off the muzzle.
What remained of the carcass - basically head and feet connected by a couple strings of guts, smacked down hard between me and the dog, sitting 3 feet to my right. The dog stood, leaned over, sniffed the remains, then gave me "The Look", and sat down again, facing away from me.
Nor did he believe me when I told him it was self defense.....
